I have stolen time to sit in the summer heat, listening to the cicadas drone and losing myself in drawing. Drawing becomes a meditation as you tune into the many shades of green surrounding you, seeking the right colored pencils to capture the scene
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| Queen Anne's Lace in a pint Mason jar shares the page with Naomi Shibab Nye's poem, "Famous." |
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| Foliage reflected in a pond in the state game lands. |
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