the hidden face

There is a mystery in looking at someone whose the face is hidden. What's in her mind? What's she thinking about?

Sacred Places

I saw the cathedral of Notre Dame in Montreal and Quebec City. I was awed by the gold-lined altars.They were all beautiful and look like a sacred offerings.Both have stained glass windows.

Outside the spires and towers are inspiring. I have to read again the monograph of Henry Adams aboutMont Saint Michel and Chartres.

Lack of Focus

I'm walking more than 1 hour almost everyday. But I'm not writing everyday. Self-discipline is only half-way.
During one of my walks in the park I met a couple who had been paintings small scenes in water colors. It made me interested. There is a course titled Expressive Art in the Fall which I may try. There is my problem-my focus is easily diverted because I want to start something new.