I have been up in the redwoods for a week--nature's art. I'd post a picture but they are all turning sideways and as yet I don't know how to fix that. My hosts, Deborah J. Ross and my long-time best friend Dave Trowbridge and I have had an excellent time, talking writing, going out for walks, and when we want to, each retiring to a room to write. Yesterday, Deborah and I went into town to meet with some other writers, Juliette, Cliff, and Gabrielle (also an editor) and had a splendid time talking about writing. Oh, I should not leave out nine-year-old Niall, who is a dedicated writer and reader as well.
So today's
post is about art, and how we value it. (By 'we' I mean ordinary folks.)
I will be without wifi as I travel back down the coast, in case anyone responds and there is resounding silence.