Weekend Reflection / Watercolor #236 / Alley in St Paul
There is this wonderful, communal table at a little auberge just south of St Paul de Vence. We spent the afternoon there once,
There is this wonderful, communal table at a little auberge just south of St Paul de Vence. We spent the afternoon there once,
There is this wonderful, communal table at a little auberge just south of St Paul de Vence. We spent the afternoon there once,
The Day Lee Miller Looked at War and Said, “Hold My Beer.” There are people who tiptoe toward history, and there are people
When Dick Van Dyke turns 100 next month, it will make the news for all the obvious reasons. But the more meaningful story
It was snowing and cold as ever when I did this. Reminded me of a brief winter I spent in Vermont, which felt
This one caught my eye in Antibes. We spent the afternoon there once, together, and then the night in a hotel overlooking the
A new APA poll reveals that one in three Americans feels lonely every week—proof that our hyperconnected world still leaves us longing for
Maria came by this week with sweet bread, sugar skulls, and laughter that filled the house. It was Día de los Muertos —
92°F, noon in Havana. Rusted call box. Faded, silent, standing guard for decades. I painted fast before the heat warped my paper. Who
When thieves can get in and out of the Louvre in seven minutes with €88 million in jewels—and the only camera’s pointed the

