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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