A little germ of an idea gone wild! I created "memory trees" by using photos of my kids and making them into embellished ornaments and decorating small trees at our front door one Christmas. Because my children are so beautiful, I could never take them down. So I left them up.
When we opened the store, I brought the trees and put them in the window. I've had literally hundreds of people stop and ask about them this summer, many of whom wanted to buy them or a kit to recreate them with their own photos. Thus.....
I had a dream last night. I dreamed I went to my friend's house. One of my best friends in high school, Gloria. In my dream we cried and hugged and then began to just catch up. Several times in the midst of our conversation, I'd start to cry again because I was so happy to see her.
Its been years, more than 20, since I've seen Gloria. I live in Colorado and Gloria still lives in Texas. We've reconnected recently on Facebook and I'm so thankful. I love this girl very, very much. I'm working on a plan to get home soon and I will definitely get my hug.
"I don't worry about the wounds. When I go up there, which is my intention, the Big Judge will say to me, Where are your wounds? and if I say I haven't any, he will say, Was there nothing to fight for?" - Alan Paton, Ah, But Your Land is Beautiful
Love never fails. - Paul, the Apostle
God seems to be far less concerned with where I'm going than with who I'm becoming. - Mark Batterson
Living in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado greatly influences me as a mixed media artist. For me, the Rockies are much more than granite and elk. The birds, the wildflowers, the smells and sounds cooperate and harmonize into something that soothes and settles the soul. Bring together the hard edges and the soft flutters, the dark shadows and the sparkling light, the strength of the bull elk and the delicacy of the lupine and you'll find the beautiful contrasts that move me.