My grand daughter was quite a young lady at her first art reception.
During her visit, she was tolerated by the pets
shown off by her Mommy and
enjoyed by her grandma PK.
Paula Cravens explores acrylic painting, mixed media, collage and the meaning of the universe
This is a spry photo of my grandma Martha, who I called grandma but was always referred to as Mom Cox. She had little glass wind chimes that tinkled in the hallways. In her memory, I have tried to put a chime in every tree in my yard and I have quite a few trees (and fortunately my neighbors aren't too close).