When an old poem strikes my creative chord, it's new again.
When an old poem strikes my creative chord, it's new again.
Art + Photo + Words
There are a few choices to make on Tuesday, November 8. In case you haven't heard.
Gathering Christmas traditions, family, friends and good cheer: my wish for you.
You can express yourself much more elegantly, and much less violently, with some alternatives to an antiquated idiom.
What does it mean to be compassionate? Today, more than 1000 voices speak.
If you're struggling to get started on your creative passion, you can start where you left off.
May the sweetest of holidays come true for you.
At this magical time of the year, it's what we least expect that delights us the most.
Children showing off human nature make the greatest teachers: See how they pose for the camera.
There’s an ebb and flow to life, like day and night, on Maine’s coastal waters.
The impulse to distraction will always be with us. But to find focus, we can look within, where our own best experts live.
The marketplace is so crowded with content and platforms for sharing and communicating. Choice is a powerful thing. But it can leave little space for the creative ideas that are waiting to bubble up.
There's no need to make the creative process into a big mystery to outsiders, or even yourself. It all comes from your influences.
"We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us." —Joseph Campbell
Among the most thought-provoking pieces I discovered for the new feature I'm debuting today, #Creativity: It's a Wrap, are those that take aim at finding balance.
Being a publisher lets me do what I love to do: write, paint, photograph, read, design, learn, share, repeat.
Creatives have to conserve energy every now and then, or risk total creative meltdown. If you're facing a creative sinking spell, here's how to take a big time out.
Wise Words From a Photo God About Another God.
Dodging and burning are steps to take care of mistakes God made in establishing tonal relationships.
– Ansel Adams
Beneath a blanket of snow in Arroyo Seco, there must be a story to go with a small and lonely child’s grave marker at La Santisima Trinidad mission church. There's a peacefulness to the tiny cross, bravely making its mark alone in the snow, that comes with a sorrowful implication of a cold white blanket... Continue Reading →
Discovered: a generation strengthened by sisterhood along the Mayan path.