Writing From the Road
Posted on 10/22/2013 at 12:33pm
I am driving up the narrow crumbling switch back road higher and higher until finally the village Benabbio comes into view. At first it seems strange that anyone could live here. It is so small, so very steep, and so far from the world I have known, yet it has such a unique charm. Silver, blue-green olive groves glisten in the sun, everywhere you look on the steep hills. Grape vines with thick trunks are hanging heavy in their ancient arbors that look like they were planted there centuries ago. Continue Reading
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November in the Hollows
Posted on 11/26/2010 at 2:36am
The evening mist and gentle rain is settling in the Hollows of West Virginia. I sit by the warmth of a crackling fire as I look carefully at the painting I had almost completed before the days changes came. The vibrant color of yellows, golds and reds of the fallen leaves, blues and violets with touches of red and green in the hillsides, and the blue gray with white clouds filling the sky, Continue Reading
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