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Glory Photo by Lynn Bridge I noticed that today is the first anniversary of this art blog, so Happy Birthday, Old Girl! You might have noticed that I enjoy writing; I hope this comes through for you in all my posts.  I’d love to be able to post every day, but for now, that

First of all, I want you to know how much I appreciate your reading this blog.  I am always amazed when people I would barely suspect of reading an art blog tell me that they read this thing.  Amazing!  I hope I am making your time worthwhile. We- meaning my husband, my mother,

Ah, the task of sorting….. takes me back to my toddler years.  We sorted by shape, by color, by type, by size- for hours. Now I’m back to sorting.  It is a mindless activity for a 100-degree day.   The street sweepings I collected are becoming a pile of

Last September, when I started this blog, one of the first comments was from an Englishman who works as a chef.  He went by the somewhat-unpronounceable ‘Kseverny’, but his given name turns out to be Richard North.  According to his WordPress blog, The Arts Webshow,

I’ve also been studying my cats with my camera. Some hate it and some tolerate it.  I just keep working with my models until the job is done! Reverie Photograph copyright by Lynn Bridge Enlightenment Photograph copyright by Lynn Bridge Which came first:  the reverie or the

The Ties That Bind 4 Photograph copyright by Lynn Bridge I have been making photos lately. Lots of photos.  Hundreds, even a thousand photos. Capturing images of the world nearby is so satisfying with my little off-the-shelf pocket digital camera.  I can be as dumb as I want, or

Photograph copyright by Lynn Bridge Photograph copyright by Lynn Bridge Photograph copyright by Lynn Bridge In memory of all the U. S. service members who have died in action.

Collaboration photograph copyright by Lynn Bridge Weeks ago I promised to review Twyla Tharp’s book, The Collaborative Habit; Life Lessons for Working Together, so I will make good on that now. This book has something in common with her previous book, The Creative Habit,

Too quick with the wash You were overlooked And allowed to soak and spin and drain. I found your decomposed body Clinging to my green shirt Your face still shiny, but now creased- Your body, a gray mass of pulp. The pin which held you safely, Still fast to my collar, Prevented

Painfully Pink Photograph copyright by Lynn Bridge In spite of his creeping dementia, Harry figures out one last thing about his life. To catch up with the tale, read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4.  To see my inspiration for today’s artwork, see Greta Olivas’