Category Archives: Krystina

claustrophobia

this was our first summer Under the canvas gazebo Encased by the towering rows of impatiens, petunia’s and daisy where 8 foot tall sunflowers leaned into the bursting tomatoes conversations deep in three Layers of balanced stones where we met each morning Covered in cool shadows starbucks coffee and melted wax from last nights candles […]

Hard to describe in words

You may find yourself… One day I woke up here and the sun was spilling into our bed in what seemed to be huge buckets of yellow and orange paint. We had breakfast together and then went outside into the garden. People come in and out of your life for a reason I come here […]

Bread, the Primary Colors and a Raven

I can count on one hand how many times I have found a real feather in my life. It is such a rare occasion. I always pick them up and find them so fascinating. Each time you pick up a feather it is a reminder that you are on the right path and that your […]

What Goes Without Saying

The ART of Appreciation or The Appreciation of ART I enjoy this ____ because ____ I respect this ____ because ____ I admire this ____ because ____ I appreciate this ____ because ____ I think this _____ is worthwhile because ____ I love this ____ because ____ July 2012 New York City The city. In […]

waiting for Big Moon

When I woke up Kryha said “Those poor Japanese people” and here it was eight or so days later and we are still captivated by the news. But when it is the first thing you say when you wake up then you know it was such an intense, earth moving event that you become consumed […]