Aislyn Meadow
Art

Some of you signed up to Aislyn Meadow with hopes of hearing about camp life. Which somehow hasn't really happened yet. (The writing thereof, not the camp life. That part has been happening.) So here's a little ramble down the trail to camp. The camper's version, this time. Most mornings start at 6:30 for the campers. Chiefs wake them up, and somehow they're all up and at it within a few minutes (goals for me!). They make beds and clean their tents and get dressed and o

Writing doesn't happen like I intend it to these days. Camp life and other projects and what not. But I did sneak a few minutes of painting in here and there which eventually turned into “Lonely Shore”. Named after “There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods” by Lord Byron. It's a beautiful poem so I'm sending it, just in case you haven't read it. - There Is Pleasure In the Pathless Woods There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shor

I've been trying to name this latest painting of mine and the first word that comes to mind every time I think about it is “Freedom”. Or maybe “Flying Free”. It seemed a tad unromantic and a lot unoriginal at first but it stuck around so I guess it stays. There's all sorts of different kinds of freedom. You know. Freedom from chains and freedom from fears. Freedom from pain or freedom from the Missouri heat. Freedom from sad times or tough times or scary times or trapped