There is a verse in the Scriptures about God speaking to a prophet. Before the prophet come tornadoes, earthquake, then fire. The voice of God was in none of these. Then there was a gentle blowing, a whisper. And the voice of God was in the whisper.

As I get older, I realize that what I have been hoping to find in the winds, quakes and fires of life are often found in the whispers.

The quiet moments of everyday things seem to hold great drama, beauty, mystery. Sometimes I can capture some of that on my canvas, board or paper. These are the pieces I share with you.