I go to the place

Where the big trees are,

And stand.

I see the sunlight

Shining through centuries

of limbs and branches.

I breathe the air filtered

By these giants of the mountains

and feel small and safe

and grateful

at their feet.

Mariposa Grove, Yosemite National Park

On resolutions

New year’s resolutions

Yeah, I’ve made a few. Nothing really big and only one or two life changing.

I remember back in 1988, I had separated from my first husband and divorce was pending and I was afraid of rushing into something permanent with whoever came along, so my resolution was to not get married that year. Well, it turned out I wouldn’t find someone that I would want to get married to but I did get involved with someone who would have a lifetime impact on me. I got on a motorcycle with the wrong person and he broke my body and now I can predict really bad weather coming. I could also have died in that wreck and that gives me a slightly different perspective on things even now. My resolution that year didn’t change things but what happened to me did change my perspective on life.

A few years ago, I threw one out there that I really felt I needed to do. I was feeling something was missing in my life. And I felt like that something out there was somewhere in my reach if I could find it. My resolution that year was to get in touch with my inner artistic child. And a few months into the year, I got an invitation that would change my life again.

I had attended a gallery opening a couple of years before and been introduced to a lady who friended me on Facebook a little while later. She is a local artist and every once in a while would prod me to go somewhere or do something that sounded like lots of fun but I couldn’t go/do that because I have to work for a living for a company that has little interest in personal development and such like. She had offered a workshop that sounded interesting and a few days before it started, I asked if there were any openings left, I would like to attend. She said it was canceled because not enough people were interested but she was having a get together at her studio and would I like to attend? I said I would and that’s when I met the Roadside Gypsies. My inner artistic child was giddy with the chance to play. Being an introvert, I mostly watched and listened the first night. They thought I was intimidated and might not be back, when someone asked me as I was leaving if I would come again, I answered, yes. Most definitely.

Since then, that group has fed my soul and pushed my art in wonderful ways and I have learned so much. Because of her, I have met a whole nother group of artists that have pulled me to other fulfilling things and places. I attended Art Camp in Manzano, New Mexico three times and plan to go again next July. I have enjoyed getting to know a number of other artists in other mediums and had fun collaborating with them on projects and just knowing them and experiencing things they have been involved in.

But, the local group has stagnated. Due to circumstances, they have stopped meeting. And I am left feeling left behind. It turns out, I need the group energy to really be inspired and do the work. And doing the work is what’s required to be an artist.

My inner artistic child has wandered off again. If I yell, she comes back to visit for a few minutes but I need her to stay a while. I need to make a place she wants to come into and play for more than a few minutes.

Oh, I’ll visit Pinterest and go down dozens of rabbit holes and find all sorts of things that look fun…but I don’t have/make the time to do the work. I have several project that would be fun to do. Things I would like to try. Things I really want to do, big things. And little things. And none of them happen.

And I’m really wanting to make a place where I can call that child back again and say “wanna make mud pies? I got a bucket of water and this spot looks like good dirt. “


I relived a childhood memory today.

An unexpected storm rolled through this evening. The hubby and I watched it for a while from the open garage door. The wind whipping, rain falling hard, cold water falling on our feet, warm air at our backs from the heated car behind us.

When I was a kid, when the worst of the storm was past, I was allowed to go out and play in the remaining rain falling.

I did that today and it was grand.

The light was getting brighter and rain was slacking off, torrents of water were rushing down the street. Rain falling on my head and I went out in the street and splashed and danced and got all rained on. It was glorious.

My hair will still be damp when I go to bed but I will have the memory of having danced in the rain. And that is priceless.


I heard a whippoorwill call this morning before dawn. 

That song in the dark brought back memories,

Of being a child and hearing that song

Come in from the fields on summer’s evenings,

Walking along a dirt road with my parents, 

Cherokee roses and passionflowers blooming

On the barb wire fences

At the edge of the road. 

Of being on a camp out with a group from the church,

Where the river is so clear and cold,

You can barely swim in it.

The birds so loud outside the windows

We could barely sleep. 

Of living in a house on the edge of the city, 

And taking long walks away from town

And peering in the dusk into the woods,

Trying to see the source of the song,

The call and response of the birds. 
It’s a wild sound, here in the big city. 

It goes with the coyotes we hear sometimes,

And the owls that also decorate the dark hours

With their trills and hoots. 
It gives a country girl comfort to think

She hasn’t lost all the wild things

While surrounded by the big city. 

In the daytime, surrounded by too many voices,

The sound of too many motors moving 

On the roads and in the sky,

It gets too noisy. 

It takes the calm sounds of the night

To restore the soul. 

Summer Art Camp

Thursday morning, I woke up too early and got up early and still didn’t get on the road till after 7:30. Picked up Layne and we got on the road about 8:30.

Uneventful trip, we stopped off at Cadillac Ranch and looked at the cars. The spray paint on them is in layers inches thick. There are spray paint cans by the cars, there are two dumpsters filled with empty spray cans. The paint chips off in chunks with layer upon layer of colors.

We crossed into New Mexico and stopped at the visitors center to get maps and they also had books laying on the counter. Layne and I picked up a couple of them and were flipping through them and the lady said “You can have those. Or those. Or those.” We each picked up several books, and some of them are nice hard cover art books. We felt like we were robbing the library.

 As we drove along I40, we could see traces of Route 66.

We drove into a storm.I love a storm in the desert but not so much when you have to drop to 40 mph and follow the lights of the truck in front of you. But it washed the Xterra clean. And after we got through the storm, about 5 minutes later, I looked at the hood and it was dried.

Finally got to the camp and caught the end of supper. After a little confusion on where to park we got settled in. The little cabins are about 10 feet by 8. They have two bunk style beds, one on each side, they fold up against the wall if one person wants more room.

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I got settled I and got my dragonfly lights hung up and my bed made and went to bed.


I didn’t sleep that well and finally woke up around 7.

I got dressed and headed to the main house to use the bathroom. I was partway there when I heard someone yelling “don’t walk this way, go back!!!!” There was a bear in front of the house! And it was a stubborn bear, it did not want to move on. It took someone driving a car over to make it run off. And I was halfway to the house when it came back. At that point, I figured the house was a better bet so I approached from the side and made it in.

We finally got it to leave the area by honking car horns and a bear horn.

So breakfast was a little late and I was totally unprepared for workshops. But it all turned out ok.

Our morning workshop was metalworking with Dale Janssen. The first project was making night lights with a sheet of copper. She had several templates to choose from but I had found a dragonfly stencil and used that. We punched holes and bent the metal and smoothed the edges and she flamed them for us. We used epoxy to put the clip for the light on it and today we will put it all together and see how they work.

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Suzie Monday did a talk on using the iPad to make art on. Then we played a little with AirPlay and Airdrop.

After lunch was a workshop on linocuts and collagraphs or you could work on your nightlight again.

After two bad nights sleep I was having trouble seeing straight so I played with pictures on my iPad for a while before getting out a little piece of linoleum and doing a design.

During the evening gathering on the porch, we watched the birds, identified several of them and talked about many things. After dinner we had a campfire. Stories were told and marshmallows were roasted.



On the schedule for today is to go see some petroglyphs. They are accessible to the public but you have to have a guide. I know he got frustrated by the various speeds of various women.

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The site was incredible! Lots of symbols, some common and some unique.

On the way back, we stopped in Mountainaire for a box lunch and to browse the stores and galleries. Things were bought and carted back to camp. I found a wonderful animal shapes necklace to buy.

The afternoon’s project was to make a luminaria with Dale. I used designs from the petroglyphs and drew them freehand on the copper and when we were finished punching, we flamed them and then painted some chemical on them to turn the copper green blue.

The bear made an appearance again at the main house and was finally scared off.

Dinner was pulled pork and the debate about Black Headed Grosbeak versus Spotted Towhee continued. (This was finally resolved by determining both were present)


After breakfast today, we went on a nature walk around the camp. Of course, we had to pose for a group picture before we left, and another one on the walk.

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We saw lots of interesting stuff including where a bear did what bears do in the woods. He seems to be eating something with lots of tiny seeds.

After the nature walk, a few of us walked down where a house burned in a forest fire 8 years ago. We found melted glass, bits of rusted metal and a long snakeskin. Good encaustic additions.

For one of my encaustic efforts, I used things I had picked up on my walks. It looks pretty cool. For another one, I used some Chinese writing on paper and alligator juniper sprig and bark.

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Then it was time to get back to Dale’s metalwork. I have rolled the cylinder for my luminaria and it has been sprayed with clear coat twice now. It’s ready to rivet together tomorrow.

Our dinner was planned for the peak of the mountain. Having 4 wheel drive, I volunteered again.

The road goes on up past the camp to a camping area and fire watchtower at the top of Capilla Peak.

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We watched and heard a storm roll in and got dinner eaten and then had to drive down in the rain. I put it into 4 Low, 1st gear and overdrive off to keep my foot off the brake. The road was slippery in places and had water running down it. Thank you Brian for teaching me how to drive offroad!

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I expect I will sleep well tonight. I hope. At bedtime, it’s still raining and cool enough I put another blanket on the bed.


This morning, we finished our luminarias and started the next project. I chose to do a small box and as it worked out, I used 6″ flashing, so I made two, each 3″ high. One turned out better than the other. I used upholstery tacks to fasten these together instead of rivets. The better of the two will be for Daddy.

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Today was the day to finish all projects and get everything wrapped up. It’s the last full day.

Suzie has many decks of cards so after dinner we did a group reading, everyone choosing one card from three decks. After that, I chose a random card from a random deck.

Tomorrow, it’s time to say good bye and leave this wonderful place.


By the time brunch rolled around, half of us had already gone. So the art show and tell was small and we all fit around the table for eats. Suzie had cooked the most amazing cheese grits with New Mexico peppers.

About 10, I had finally gotten all my stuff, Layne’s stuff and Junanne’s stuff all loaded up and drove out.

The drive went smoothly and about 30 minutes out of Tucumcari, I called a friend in Amarillo and made arrangements to spend the night.

We had a lovely visit, went to bed early and visited again in the morning.

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I got away from there by about 10 again and finally got home at 4. It was a long day.

All in all, it was a wonderful adventure, I learned more about making art, met some wonderful people, some of whom I will see again, saw some beautiful scenery and had a grand time all around. I also added 6 birds to my life list.

I will do it again next year if can.