Upon the Passing of Seasons

Reflections from the Studio

The sunlight has streamed in my window every day this week, and my heart sings to see it.

Winter out here in Eastern Washington can be unpredictable at times. Some years we hardly get any snow but it is bitter cold and everything is coated in ice, some years we get buried in several feet of it, and other years, winter is nearly over (we think) until it …