Sketchbooks and Old Tables

Sketchbooks. They've been a part of my life like a security blanket.  I used to thumb through the stacked books of my brother and mother; secret spell books containing the elusive methods, magic, genius ideas and imaginations of artists.  I was hooked.  Still am. The older I get, the more I regret not keeping better... Continue Reading →


A few days here and there connecting with family, making art, tying some flies, and drinking some special beers.  I think this "holiday" thing is pretty much figured out.                

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