A dedication to Sneedo

Winter’s Fragile Light

A cool breath lifts across the frozen reeds,

their tips still glowing with the ghost of summer.

Shadows stretch long, refusing to let go,

while the river mirrors the sky’s bright pulse—

a fire of salmon and violet awakening the land.

TUNDRA, AFTER MIDNIGHT

Alaska, zero moon. The tundra holds its breath.

Snow drift, sifted static over parallel plains.

Wind says nothing, then something, then nothing again.

Coldness, darkness, winter night, the wind’s zen.

Sunflower Sky

Sunflower rising, face to the sun,

A quiet hymn when the day’s begun.

Petals of gold, a lantern’s flame,

In wind and silence, it calls my name.

Welcoming warmth, a gentle sigh,

Summer’s farewell beneath August sky.

First watercolor painting in over two months…

Quick, end of the day gestural sketch of winter in the park - I started with a color palette in mind that, “just came to me,” and remembrances of old New Yorker Magazine covers - lovely way to end the day…

Tea at Harrods - Dan Buell (2025)

Grandma and Connor came to town for the holidays, and New Year’s Day unfolded with a kind of quiet magic. We lingered over a big breakfast, then took a gentle hike at Hamilton Pool near Austin, Texas. The afternoon gave way to hours of cards and board games, laughter carrying through the house as the daylight slipped away.