The older I get, the more life resembles my childhood, and with all this free time, I am returning to familiar pastimes.
Painting, plants, animals, music, and solitude.
Life is very good.
Monday, June 30, 2025
Himba woman
I am an armchair traveler. My virtual journey to Africa resulted in a series of paintings.
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