Isa's Journal and Studio Blog
The Night Before Christmas
Bailey and Fiona The Holiday cards are done at last, and Christmas Eve is here. I adore the exchange of...
The World According to Jessica
Jessica in one of her hats. My father liked lists and made one the morning after my mother died. He...
Garden Variety
Lupine Anthropocentric as may be, he recognizes that he is dependent for his health and survival on many other forms...
Old School
In the early seventies, my father accepted a post in the Nixon administration to represent the United States as its...
The Tyranny of Busyness
“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and...
A Winter's Tale
A pair of bull elk in the meadow. There is no succinct beginning or end to any garden season. The seasons...
Gift in Kind
My mother was conflicted about the holidays. She was a spiritual soul and quiet Christian and was attached to the...
Elk Paean
The Elk Mountains. Over a foot of snow fell at our house these past few days, and there was enough...
I AM AS MUCH AS YOU
These weeks have not been the nation’s finest. There have been millions of words written about the Kavanaugh/Ford hearings, and...
Portals
I believe in portals. The kinds that don’t require passwords, only presence. There are famous portals like the ones in...