My feet are barely on the ground in Anchorage, yet I must have left my heart in Cushendall… we must have taken thousands of photos when we were there, as well as a lot of video footage, so please forgive me if I go on a bit.

I felt drawn to the tower niche. I could have painted a horse, as I learned that horses used to drink from the fountain that was there, but something else came forth.

After Anda and I washed and scrubbed it clean and added potted pansies from Spar Market, I painted a “chimney pot” scene and a sky behind it, all on cardboard. It kept evolving for the month, with the phases of the moon becoming a theme. Here are some photos of the niche, which document the promise I made to myself to keep attending to it the entire time we were in the tower.

…Inspires