Author: Lorna

The sky got really so dark that I could not see color, late afternoon. By sunset the heavy rain had stopped and I was able to go for my usual sunset walk. Upon my return, I ran back into the barn to look at...

"Yesterday we walked between rainstorms along the shores of Goats Neck Beach and then Wrights Beach. I loved one beach right after the other. Goat’s has the mouth of the Russian River running into the ocean. Birds float on it’s current like little kids going...

Mid-day was warm enough, but then as the sun suddenly dropped at 4pm, coldness set in quickly before I was finished drawing, crayons dropping from frozen fingers that did not even seem to belong to me.  I never quite remember the light being as sharp...

At 4:40 am when I got up to get ready for bed, (having fallen asleep dressed), I heard the first birdsong of the morning: one crystal clear 'full-sentence' undulating melody. Within minutes came a myriad of call-and response songs from all sides of my house...

The staff at the Funeral Home is beginning to look like relatives. I hope we don't have to return for a good long while yet. My sister pointed to where I have a plot; she said she'd 'be right next to me,' to which I...

The way I work, one painting begets the one yet to come. The paintings grow out of each other. My paintings come from the things around me that I see, such as ancient mountains, (the...

“In Northampton some one went around lighting houses on fire while people slept around Christmas time, one right after the other. People died, and some lost their houses. Everyone was so nervous to sleep at night, but the arsonist was caught and confessed. The community...