‘I smile when I view my watercolour loon painting on the wall of my cabin. The mother loon is with her baby chick, just like I have been...

‘I can smell the softly waffling stream of smoke as the pen burns into the wood. I am concentrating to keep a steady hand and a keen eye...

‘I’m rather hot sitting here on a deck chair off the shoreline painting my rock, but at least, my feet are cool in the water, even as the...

‘As a dear friend was arriving for a visit, he handed me a large rock as he disembarked from his boat onto my dock, and then he said, “my...