We are still in the middle of our move. If I don’t blog very frequently for the next week or two, that’s why.
Here’s our new view!

Our New View
We are still in the middle of our move. If I don’t blog very frequently for the next week or two, that’s why.
Here’s our new view!

Our New View
My sweetie dog:

DuncDunc Collage
Sensibly Scented

Jane Austen Air Freshener
This is my response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Creepy.

Creepy
Legendary writer Edith Wharton died on 11 August 1937. She was seventy-five.
Here she is, in her twenties, with her two vicious looking little dogs. I bet they liked biting strangers’ ankles.

Edith Wharton
This is my response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Beneath Your Feet.

Chippewa Square. Savannah, Georgia.
We’re moving in 3 1/2 weeks. My poor studio is in total disarray.

A Sad Little Corner in My Topsy-Turvy Studio
This is my response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Inspiration.

Sweet, sweet Duncan in his favourite chair
This little nest, now empty, is snuggled against a trellis on the back of my grandma’s condo.

Empty Nest
“I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.”-D.H. Lawrence