Brushed to the Side

Dot, dot

Miniscape

Simplified

Reflecting

Two Skylights

Tango Inside, Rain Outside

Mountain Range

Almost Christmas

Sky on Water

Gazos Shores

Riverdance

Redux in b&w

Dance of the Stick Figures

Gathering

Rope Walker

Written and Reflected Upon

Trees Dream in Blue

Page from a Sketchbook

Dream Monsters

Golden Stars

Good Night Momiji

Welcoming Fire

7 am

Maple Bowl

Imaginary Winter

Grass Dipping

In Shades of Gray

Same Day in December

One Day in December

Thread in Profile

Strings Attached

Touch of Magic

The Echo

The Thread

Frame to the Left

Redux in b&w

Sweet Nothings

Connect/Disconnect

Sparkles!

Back at Silver Creek

In Blue Flames

Floating and Reflecting

Pierced and Reflected

Branch Across

Silver Creek

Emoji Unknown

Creek Ikebana

Is it that the joy that comes from other people always risks sadness, because even when love doesn't fail, mortality enters in; is it that there is a place where sadness and joy are not distinct, where all emotion lies together, a sort of ocean into which the tributary streams of distinct emotions go, a faraway deep inside; is it that such sadness is only the side effect of art that describes the depths of our lives, and to see that described in all its potential for loneliness and pain is beautiful? R. Solnit

Falling Asleep, Creek