pomegranatesandpaperWe all have stories to tell. Mine are of the beautiful necessities: paint and paper, pen and ink, artjournals and books, and the weight of a red, ripe pomegranate in my hand.Tuesday Trifles- June 3, 2008 With a quirk in my scheduling, I am home for a rare hour in the middle of the day. I'm always fascinated by what goes on in the world while I am at work. I smile with fondness at the young mothers who arrive at Starbucks with Cheerios and sippy cups so they can meet with other young moms with kids in tow. Their laughter and sometimes tears (moms and kids) fill the patio while I drink my coffee. A ruggedly handsome older man (oops, he's really probably my age) is staring off into space and then..http://artjournaler.typepad.com/pomegranatesandpaper/2008/06/tuesday-trifles.html |