when i was little my grama would put out treats for all the little forest creatures. she would take pictures of them and we would paint together for hours while the birds, coons, turtles, rabbits, opposums, deer, frogs ... would snack at the edge of her woods.
she and my grandfather used to travel across the southwest in a ranch wagon and stop along the way to sell her
my grandfather would work at ranch after ranch to round up cattle, repair fence etc... my grama would cook for the workers and while raising my daddy she would paint and paint and paint!!! so when i was a menina i would tag along on artistic adventures and we would saturate ourselves in the beauty of nature around us at play recreating what we saw and paint and paint and paint!!!
and here i am, windy spring, still
doing the same thing i did when i was with my granny.
in loving memory of
FRANCES ISON SMITH