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Madison Park Art Walk – Opening Night

Last Friday was the opening of the 4th annual Madison Park Art Walk and I was thrilled to be invited to be a part of it.  Each business in the neighborhood hosted 1 – 2 artists from many media.  I was lucky to be in a venue, Aegis Living, which a giant monitor which they allowed me to use for a continuously running slide show.  I had 9 other print images showing as well.

What a successful event!  It will continue to be up through Oct 6th although without the slideshow.


Dancing at John & Katie’s Wedding

My son John was married to Katie Matus on August 3.  What a joyous time!!


Happy KatieFirst DanceFather Daughter danceMother Son dance"She Loves me Like a Rock"

Chimayo, New Mexico

Chimayo is one of the most important pilgrimage sites in the US and has become known as the “Lourdes of America.”  The dirt from the back room of the church is believed to have healing powers.  About 300 thousand pilgrims visit each year.


Chimayo SanctuaryIn the Sanctuary you often see people in wheelchairs or on crutchesGathering holy dirtRocks inscribed with prayers

Spring Night Walks

My Crow


Last April a baby crow got stuck on my back porch post thinking he couldn’t fly.  His mother was on the roof above offering encouragement, but he stayed put all day.  I put some bits of food on the railing for him which he ate.  The next day he turned up in my backyard and we put him back up on his post and put out some more food.

Months went by with no sign of him and this week I was walking up the back walkway and Whoosh came Crow nearly brushing my hair and landed on his post.  He was beautiful and glossy now and flew down from the roof to get the little food I put out for him.

Watching me put out foodComing down before I am insidec16-teriakin-20121210 - 02.jpgWhat a handsome fellow !

Moon through the Beech Tree

Last night I was out for a late dog walk and came around the corner to see the almost full moon shining through the Beech tree.  I was literally stopped in my tracks by the beauty and simplicity.  Always take your camera!



Naptime in Indian School

Lately I have been recovering from Post Viral Fatigue.  Every day I have to take a nap which lately has been reminding me of my time working at a school / hostel in India where the younger girls have their nap every day on these wooden tables.  Here they are just waking up.  At night they sleep on the thin blue pads piled in the back.  American volunteers painted the colorful mural on the wall of their hostel.  I am grateful not to have my nap on a table!


Orphan girls in Varanasi, India, wake up from their naps in a colorful school with compassionate murals painted by volunteers.






Chhath Puja, Varanasi, India

I read in today’s paper that all over India trains are filled with people returning to their villages for Chhath Puja, a women’s prayer ceremony which honors the Sun God.  The memories of my experiences in Varanasi came back.

I was walking back from school one afternoon when suddenly I was flowing along in a procession of women drumming and chanting. They had baskets of offerings and long stalks of sugarcane. During this festival women go down to the Ganges and pray to the setting sun.  It is a very intense time of prayer until the minute the sun goes down. Then the mood changes abruptly.  Everyone starts laughing and talking and they walk back home for the night.

The noise of chanting and drumming at 5am woke me and I hurried down to the river in the darkness. The tension of waiting for the sun to rise was palpable. Women walked out into the river in their saris with their offerings turning three times. After the sunrise the men of the family joined the women during the part of the ceremony where milk is poured over a coconut offering into the river.

I was the only westerner and I had a camera.  Just when I thought perhaps I was being intrusive I would be offered a prashad, the sweet you receive after prayers. Friends included me asked me do the ritual pouring of the milk over the coconut after the sun had risen.  It was one of my most memorable times in India.  In the dark with hundreds of women praying for their children & families. We had everything in common and we had nothing in common. The veil seemed very thin.


Varanasi Prints, Revolving Exhibit









For the next several weeks I will be showing photographs from my travels to India and Mongolia.  I will be changing the exhibit every week for the foreseeable future.   Come and see them in Seattle at Bert’s Red Apple in Madison Park.


One Child in the Zone