Small pastel painting by Lynn Bridge in Austin, Texas

Mining Operation

I have been mining.  Digging through my mosaic pieces and finding nuggets I can refine into paintings.  I am excavating the soil of previous ideas to see what more can be found. Perhaps this digging activity is also like gardening.  I am looking for tubers to divide so that

Big Pants

Pastel Sketch of John and Suzi Parker copyright 2010 by Lynn Bridge 6 5/8″ x 9 1/2″ Do you recognize these people?  If you do, it is because you know them personally, or have read about them several times before on my blog posts.  They are  John and Suzi Parker.  They

Nature-deficit Disorder

Green Creek Today, for a very few minutes, I’m going to do my part to save the world from possible insanity.  I have been reading a book given to me by my friend on the occasion of my birthday.  It is called Last Child in the Woods by Richard Louv.   I am not even halfway


We have good friends who, after they “retired”, moved on to the really challenging projects, like spending 2003 building a nursing school in Leogane, Haiti.  They were called back again in 2009 to help in the effort to re-open a hospital that had died for lack of

The Myth of the Loner

We’ve been listening to Austin City Limits Music Festival all weekend.  Not that we’ve been on the festival grounds, but we easily hear all the bass notes and percussion through our walls, providing an underlying rhythm to our days and nights.  This mosaic is a


Yesterday marked the 60-year celebration of the Communist revolution in China.  I briefly watched a video of a military parade on the avenue in front of what had once been the imperial palace, “The Forbidden City”, in the middle of Beijing.  The president of China was

My Own Stranger

A couple of winters ago my husband and I had the opportunity to visit three cities in China, one being Shanghai.  It was in rainy, cold, snowy January, certainly not tourist season, and most faces on the streets were Asian.  After a few days of exploring the city on foot, I had

Eyes Open Blindly

Two days ago was check-up day at the vet for our three cats.  Of course, they sensed trouble in advance, so I had to try to outsmart their tiny brains with food.  I had three cats, three cat carriers, three soft blankets, and three snacks in a room with its two doors firmly


Thoughts about Barton Creek.