I am enjoying my senior years doing many of the things I have enjoyed all my life. As an organist, I spend a lot of hours at my church. The rest of my time is spent enjoying my family, as well as composing and recording music, painting, and writing on my blog/website. I also have Scrabble partners around the world.

October is a month that I love -  A month that brings colors of fall; But this year no matter how hard I look, I see brown, brown, brown, and that's about all!! Trees are brown, lawns are brown, everything but pines are a shade of brown; Very little color exists where I live, where [...]

What a pleasure to have you come for a visit.  My wish is for you to find enjoyment through the art, music, or poetry you will find here.   From here, you may visit the other sites where you can see all of my artwork that is available as prints, or where mugs, t-shirts, totes, [...]

Did you ever take a walk right into a painting?  Each time I create a new painting, I hope that I can create a place where those who view it can enter it and 'take a walk'. Who knows whom you might meet there as you wander through. . 'A Garden Diptych'  (right side)  by [...]

  We met in High School      It was the class of 1953 at Salem High School in Salem, Ohio.  I had always attended Salem schools, but Ken lived in North Georgetown, OH, a little farming community just south and west of Salem.   He had always gone to little country schools, then to [...]

   'Song of the Brook', by Lois Mountz For those who are fortunate enough to experience the seasons, Spring comes forth from the earth, from the sky, from the trees.  It seems to slowly emerge from the cold of winter, sometimes teasing with a longed for break in the weather, but still having a mind [...]

Our tour to Holland and Belgium was only for a weekend, as most of our GI tours were.  Along the canals of Amsterdam were charming houses side-by-side where folks dressed in clothing of their ancestors. I especially remember the ladies who were seated on the brick walkways making bobbin lace.  Their fingers flew as they flipped [...]