snow crows

“First Snow” I’m dreaming and I see a hand striking a heavy wooden door repeatedly. I hear the knocking VERY LOUDLY. I match the knocking with a loud shout out in my sleep, “COME IN!” and this wakes me up. I am no longer asleep. Now I am having a conscious dream in waking life. […]

for the love of dads

This morning in Maine the skies broke loose with heavy rains that rivaled any monsoon we experienced in India. You know the kind of rain that sounds like a freight train roaring by? More than an hour of that before it eased up to a lighter rainfall. Then another train roared….

trust

full circle (c) katy allgeyer 2013 Summers in Maine mean setting up my tent at the Stonington Farmers Market every Friday morning to showcase my paintings and send people back to my gallery. Scott usually joins me at the market to do our food shopping, hobnob with the regulars, and offer marketing tips to help […]