Bemidji, Minnesota, USA has a state park with a campground, camper cabins, a swimming beach, boat marina, visitor center, bike trails, and hiking trails. It is also the place where I lost my keys last fall. Continue reading Lake Bemidji State Park
If you are at the beginning of trying to promote yourself as an artist as I have been for over 20 years now, this is my advice to you: Learn from my mistakes. Enter the art show already. Whatever it is. Do not let fear of how your efforts will appear to others hold you back. Continue reading Enter the Art Show Already
Last weekend I could not decide on a topic. I started two drafts: “Make Time for What is Important” and “Why I Go to Church”. I did not finish either of them. Wednesday morning I got the news that the worldwide organization of my church rejected the LGBTQ+ community. I was deeply disappointed. Continue reading Make Time for What is Important
Both painting and hiking are achieved by many small actions. One more step, one more step. In both it is possible to get lost in the repetition of small actions. That feeling of being in the zone of automatic productive action is amazing. Continue reading Show Up and Do the Work
Today I struggled with the demons of doubt and fear. Time was wasted. The negative thoughts told me that I am not good enough. They said I deserve to take a break. The demons did not want me to experience nature or paint anything, they wanted me to waste time. If I go through my one and only life without honing my art skills and without communicating my ideas, they win. I am glad that a different thought occurred to me: “Wait. How is it that I am both not good enough AND deserving of a break? I think I will no longer listen to you”. Continue reading Paint a response.
This is the largest, most historic park in St. Paul, Minnesota. It is also the location of a lot of my personal history. I remember going to the zoo as a child. I remember my brother getting sick on a … Continue reading Como Park
Found a trail that is new to me since I was last here. I was glad to have extra traction on my boots because it was icy. The oak branches are what captured my attention this time. Continue reading Rice Creek Trail North