Mother Nature constantly repaints her canvas. I’ve spent more time staring at stars and clouds and sunsets and moonrises than I’ve spent in indoor museums. It’s all art that quiets and refreshes the soul.
Foliage blooms, babies are born and dormant colors reawaken with new life.
Golden days ushered in on warm winds.
Cooler days, populated with warm hues, spicy scents and the crackle of a campfire.
Spare beauty amid the pale light and crisp air.
Ever feel like you were born 80 years too late? When my vintage soul takes over, the world adopts sepia tones that comfort with clarity.
