stockpiling

our tree at night

our fireplace at night

row of pine

home home

Christmas

Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from

the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change

like shifting shadows. -James 1: 17

neighborhood visitor, front porch surprise

Eureka, the boat ride

Eureka, the cave

Eureka, whirlpool!

Eureka, good light

Eureka Springs, we're here!

west bottoms

cloud changes

from my neighbor

lauren's high-fashion shadow

Tracing shadows.
A no-fail sidewalk-chalking solution.

old-fashioned way

Time to bring back my manual camera.

driveway art, revisiting wood burning

the arboretum, my first visit

angles

cover comfort

outdoor studio

porch days

Family Tree Nursery

an old feeling, this light

Lake Sylvia

oh man

Yes, yes, yes.
My sister finds the best stuff.

top of the world

Ride a ferris wheel this summer. Check.

peony season

Nothing beats peonies in a mason jar.

to be continued...

the back porch

backlit

Interesting.
A painting from the back.
Sunshine coming through.

bingo

the dog that loved fine arts...

I hung my art show on Monday.

This fellow wandered in to check on our progress.
The photo doesn't do him justice. He's huge!

sight

I want to tell the truth.
Not just the not-telling-lies truth,
the "See? I'm-an-honest-person" truth,
I want to speak the Truth truth.

Make me a Truth-teller because I want to talk
to glazed-over parts
passed-over parts
tucked away
shoved away
not-so-pretty parts.

Make me a Truth-teller rooting for our wholeness,
fearless against
outta-sight-outta-mind
outta-my-mind
I-can't-see-straight
you-can't-handle-this
run-for-your-life parts.

For there is a Father who see us.
He tells us the truth
and He is not dismayed.
He says, "You are lovely."

So as for my sight, I will use it like His sight.
These eyes will see scar after scar
healing after healing
despair after despair
hope after hope
and I will not be dismayed.
I will say, "You are lovely."

Because I want to tell the Truth.
Not just the not-telling-lies truth,
the "See? I'm-an-honest-person" truth,
I want to speak the TRUTH truth.

-KD

fridge poems, installment one

together.

the drugstore

After an exceedingly crazy library book sale,
Cassidy and I continued on our walk.
My college town is changing but I was thankful that the downtown has mostly stayed the same.
I rejoiced over this drugstore.
I've never set foot in it but I hope it never goes away.

this one makes me smile

markings

relief maps

studies, order in the studio

3 hours later...

Behold! The savory tart of your dreams!
Roasted Ratatouille with Herbs de Provence.