Isn’t it funny how selective our memories of childhood can be? How some moments seem so vivid while others are barely recalled? UK artist Hannah Lewis Davies‘ paintings explore those fleeting memories as well as the imaginary worlds we…
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In the physical absence of a loved one, photographs can be an only slightly adequate substitute. We can see a familiar face, but we can’t watch it change with expression or see it shifting slightly with age. In his…
Life is rarely neat and orderly. Like a bride in a Taco Bell drive thru, we find ourselves is weird positions and unexpected places. These paintings by artist Andrea Brown offer an elegant look at the surprising strangeness of…
There comes a time in this life when we come to the realization that we are, indeed, not going to be here forever. For some, this revelation takes longer than for others, but its definitely taken its hold on me…
When we’re out hiking, I always notice something that seems so contradictory. One would assume that most people who hike are doing so for the enjoyment of the outdoor world. So why in the world would they think it…
While Mr. F and I are camping in Yosemite, I’m resharing some posts you might have missed the first go ’round! Enjoy! Although I love the cold winter months, for many, January is a tough month to swallow. All…
Mr. F and I often find ourselves struggling between our love of the seaside and the snow. Snow makes us absolutely giddy, but spending this spring and summer near the ocean perhaps has us leaning toward a life near…
Does it seem sometimes that the world is just becoming more and more bizarre? No? It’s just me then. The horrors we see being perpetrated around the world on one hand vs. the insanity of celebrity culture that seems…
Screen siren and legendary glamor girl Lauren Bacall once said, “I think your whole life shows on your face and you should be proud of that”. Our culture is one that emphasizes youth and associates it with beauty. We’re…
Its nearly that time of year when the light fades earlier and families spend their evenings and weekends cheering their little ones from the sidelines. My younger brother was big into t-ball, then baseball when he was young, so…