This little fawn seemed to pose for us as we hiked through Glacier National Park.


Deer – Glacier National Park

She definitely was not afraid of us and obviously was used to folks walking along that trail, and we enjoyed watching her antics as she playfully sparred with her siblings.



Today’s prompt for the World Watercolor Group is sandwich.  One of my favorite sandwiches is The Gobbler, which is a hearty turkey sandwich dressed with lettuce, tomato, mayo or cream cheese, and cranberry sauce.   Some folks even add some stuffing, too.


Sandwich – The Gobbler

I really don’t eat many sandwiches anymore, but if I see one listed on a menu and want to try it, I ask that it be served over salad greens rather than on bread.  Delicious!

Swan’s Reflection

Hi Friends.  I hope your 2018 has started off with peace, calm, and warmth! My creative brain has been on overload lately – almost like artist ADHD.  I want to do so many things and there is so much to learn, but I found that I am too scattered at the moment; I have so many ideas that it is difficult to create anything of quality.  I’m attending a weekly art class where I am working on larger paintings, I’ve enrolled in some online courses (intermediate watercolor and improving drawing skills), I’ve checked out tons of books from the library, and of course there is a never-ending source of information on YouTube.  I guess what I need is some FOCUS.

I thought a good idea is to go back at my roots of following along with some Doodlewash prompts because those are fun little paintings that I can create in an evening.  Today’s prompt is Reflection, so here is a graceful swan I observed while on one of my summertime walks last year.


Maybe I need to make a loose art schedule for myself and focus on drawing for so many hours per week, Doodlewashes, etc.   Any ideas are welcome!

Meet Rory

I’ve not posted in a while, partly because I have been busy working on some larger pieces, which naturally take more time, and partly because some of these were/are to be given as gifts so I didn’t want to post them here and spoil any surprises.


This pooch, Rory (I love that bottom tooth!), belongs to my sweet niece, Emily.  Rory and Emily have been through a lot together over the years, and now living many states away they have been great travel buddies and banked hundreds of miles to come home for visits.  I’m sure many artists have these same emotions, but when wrapping the framed watercolor of Rory, I was nervous with anticipation and hopes that Emily would feel like I did justice to her furry friend.  She did, indeed, love the painting and commented that she wants to hang it in a prominent place at home so visitors can see it!  I wish Emily and Rory a lot more years (and car trips) together, and maybe one day the miles will be many fewer.

Wild Goose Island

Wild Goose Island is situated in St. Mary’s Lake of Glacier National Park, Montana. Folklore tells a romantic story of how this island came to be – the story is below if you care to read it.

I was awestruck by the colors of the glacially fed lake and the majestic mountains in the background, making Wild Goose Island the perfect subject for a painting.

A Montana Legend

retold by S.E. Schlosser

In the middle of St. Mary Lake in Glacier National Park is a small island halfway between two shores.  Many moons ago now, there were two tribes living on either side of the lake.  While there was no direct warfare between them, the two tribes avoided one another and had no dealings one with the other.

All this changed one day when a handsome warrior on the near shore saw a lovely maiden from the other tribe swimming toward the small island in the middle of the lake.  He was instantly smitten by her beauty and leapt into the lake to swim to the island himself.  They met on the shore of the little islet, and the maiden was as taken with the warrior as he was with her.  They talked for hours, and by the end of their conversation, they were betrothed.  After extracting a promise from his beloved that she would faithfully meet him at the island on the morrow, the warrior swam home to his tribe, and she returned to hers.

Oh, what an uproar they met upon their return.  Neither tribe was happy at their meeting, and all were determined to break the betrothal instantly.  What to do?  The man and the maiden had no doubts at all.  In the wee hours of the morning, each swam out to the little island to meet one another — from their to flee to a new land where they might marry.  As soon as they were discovered missing, warriors from both tribes set out in pursuit, to bring the renegades back by whatever means available.

But the Great Spirit was watching, and took pity on the young lovers.  He transformed them into geese, which mate for life, so they could fly away from their pursuers and so that they would always be together.  When the warriors arrived on the island, the found not a man and a woman, but two lovely geese walking among the small trees and bracken.  At the sight of the warriors, the two geese stroked their necks together lovingly and then flew away, never to return.

From that day to this, the little island at the center of St. Mary Lake has been known as Wild Goose Island.