A Day with Monet in Paris

When I was in middle school, I went with my parents and grandparents to a special exhibit of paintings at the Venetian in Las Vegas. It was my first real exposure to fine paintings. At the time, I didn’t know much about art (I’m still not an art historian by a long shot), but I... Continue Reading →


Triptych for a Rainy Day

I. Morning Rewind the grey dots on the pavement. Drop them up into the sky, Higher, higher to their pinprick pockets in the clouds. Pockets where, for a brief moment, the light peaks through the grey undersky—a split-second split for spilt light to slice through. Rewind the grey dots to take their places in the... Continue Reading →

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