Moving to New Hampshire seemed the right decision for someone who’d wanted to do as much for 50  years! but my artist heart was stymied.

I discovered artist block.

Visual overload.

I  basked in the beauty.

My fingers itched but where to start?

With coffee on my back porch,

I took breaks from the

moving in & settling down chores,

and made friends with my trees.

  (See  Moving to New Hampshire)

Unpacking box after box,

I’d stop to gaze at the scenes

From my windows

And like a child growing into her world

I started to learn my world

From my windows, my road,

My travels

Ever expanding,

Ever changing

Ever intriguing

And beautiful beyond words, brush or palette knife

But, I keep trying!

I hope you enjoy what I have enjoyed!

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From My Windows

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