There is always snow in Stamford, NY. Enough to make at least one snowman, maybe two. Enough to roll down the hill carelessly. But it did not arrive for Christmas this year.
Part One of a new series that meditates on what freedom might mean
Seasons make me feel alive. I follow their dynamic. Sometimes I want to paint a sunset in the fall, a cherry blossom swirl in the spring wind, moments of lightness, of impermanence. Other times I become obsessed with a colour. It nudges me until I pay attention.
Letters to Animals, with art by Jane Bristowe
“This inspirational little book will open the hearts and minds of all who read it. Those who already care and respect animals will do so with joy and gratitude. Others—who hitherto had little interest in the non-human animals of this world—will surely be touched as never before. Above all the stories give hope to us all.”
Dame Virginia McKenna, DBE, The Born Free Foundation