I am a writer, an artist exploring the word paths which lead to other realms, or just beyond the bend in the road where the fog is rising, rambling through folklore, faery tales and myth.
For more than twenty-five years I worked in the print industry, newsprint mostly.
My designs have graced business cards, stationery, menus, posters, newsletters, quarterly and seasonal publications. Other opportunities showcased my news page designs, special section cover illustrations, and infographics which garnered many awards at the state, regional and national levels.
Other opportunities allowed for story bylines and photo credits.
Additional skills developed at small all-hands-on-deck publications such as proof reading, copy editing, and image editing, I now carry into my own creative endeavors.
While I may not have expressed my gratitude at the time, I am most grateful for the reporters and advertisers with whom I worked, and for all the editors and publishers who published my work.
Stories, long or short, written or spoken or sung, have always set ablaze the imagination within me.
The surrounding landscapes, especially those populated with trees and water, having lived most of my life near oceans and lakes, hold me entranced by their secrets, their languages, their stories hidden within, helping me remember I come from the same source.
Now I haunt the Olympic Peninsula, the sunny north end, and on clear days the snow capped mountains sing a distant lament of longing, and the breath of dragons can be seen moving along low ridges.
My pens are always running out of ink, and the whistle of the tea pot can be heard even on the warmest of summer days.