photo of my hands
Seven decades of wear and tear.

A brief break along the Day 28 Journey. Thank God my hands still work. A thousand cuts, splinters, burns, and stubs. Well done, good and faithful servants. Recognized by God is the greatest honor. Sometimes invisible but always present.

Displays in a Digital Gallery
A Miracle: Doors Open

Encounters with the Divine

“Sometimes the Hardest Part of the Journey is Getting Out the Door”: I get anxious. Creating new things gets me out the door—new thoughts along the artist trail.

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