Christmas

glories stream from heaven afar
heavenly hosts sing Hallelujah
Christ the Saviour is born!
Christ the Saviour is born!

the old back yard

"The fountains of my great deep are broken up, and I have rained my reminiscenses for four and twenty hours. The old life has swept before me like a panorama; the old days have trooped by in their old glory, again; the old faces have looked out of the mists of the past; old footsteps have sounded, old voices have greeted me, and the songs I loved ages and ages ago have come wailing down the centuries" -- Mark Twain

zingers

california

art show in SLC library

I graduate in the springtime next year and I have no idea what I'm going to do then.

a painting of some kid in a chair

I've only done 3 paintings so far this semester, and this is the best one. It is 36x48 on canvas.

Idaho

its hard to argue with function and earth tones.

fall ditty

The wind blows up the valley
And through the merry trees
The prophecy of change
Is whispered to the leaves
The slanting of the sun
The song of anxious crickets
The drying air and drying grass
The geese down by the thickets
The frost along the trenches
The bowers empty nests
The desperate love of home
Caught up with such unrest.