When mastery seems unlikely, think of it as a long walk. Pause for breath and take a new step.

Wherever a free bird sings, there is my favorite place. A spring sketch series.

Wherever a free bird sings, there is my favorite place. A spring sketch series.

Wherever a free bird sings, there is my favorite place. A spring sketch series.

Wherever a free bird sings, there is my favorite place. A spring sketch series.

Wherever a free bird sings, there is my favorite place. A spring sketch series.

I’d rather be present in everything I see and do, every day.

Contemplate how many untold stories an old tree can contain.

If most clouds feel familiar, some look as if they could carry you out of this world.

I’m reading: Imperial Taste The Beauty of Painting

In the shade of splendorous blooms, it will take more than a crowd to faze you.

Few things are as sweet as raising images off the pages of a new sketchbook.

The lingering cold slowly gives way to the first blossoms. A zen monday tour of the Zurich Botanical garden.

The scent of a pine tree forest lingers through a bird’s first spring call.

Variations further your learning, though not all are equally appetizing.