Simply. Mind. Blowing...

How Does She Do These?

Another absolutely wet, wet and wet delicately and also ravishingly rainy day in the PNW. Walking around on the mushy, bouncy green grass, as if it’s a gym mat, I walk around this property where I am delightfully staying.

And look!—There’s the Llama and the Alpaca…and the two goats, peeking from the barn door. So sweet! And the ducks in the background, ducking their way around as they loudly honk…The clucking duckings?

I love this short route around her property (and slightly into neighboring acerage). There are just enough hills to make me feel winded and yet every day is becoming easier and less breaking of sweat. (Although, really, I DON’T SWEAT.) No really.

But I am thinking about an artist who woos me, greatly and I wonder if you have heard of her or have been blessed enough to view her art? It’s simply fucking MAGIC. And magical.

Her name is: Kelly Eldridge Boesch.

This is the fantasical stuff I’m talking about… Enjoy!…With Love and Bliss, Ruthie