I was supposed to have fun on February 23. I had taken the day off and Alan and I had a full day planned and celebrating my 51st was the reason for the trip to LA. But, my Dad had passed away just a month before and I spent nearly 2 weeks home with the flu, andthen got hit with a
COLD,and had jury duty during the cold from helllll.
But we went to the Getty and stared at the Masters and dreamt of a simple life with a paintbrush in one hand and a kleenex in another!
My own art inspired from a box of umbrellas outside one of the exhibits,
just in case of raining on my parade!
The snow covered mountains of Los Angeles were spectacular on the dreary February day.
I am always in awe of this particular sight at the Getty.
Why did Vincent have to leave the earth so young? No one had his way with color and stroke.
I think this lady in the painting is feeling just like me. Sick.
But, at least her nose isn't bright red and dripping like mine!
For now, I will dream of healthier days, and be thankful that I have a husband and a wonderful life and that I can look at art through teary eyes and cherish the 51 years I have been fortunate enough to walk on this cherished planet and see life through my eyes that turn everything into art.
Rest in peace, Daddy. I will love you forever.
Stroll with me and feast your eyes upon the colorful sights at our local nursery called Terra Sol.
Green Birds and moss ready to be plucked out and brought home!
The colors in the glass orbs were vibrant and inspiring!
I loved the color of this gazing ball, it reminded me of my first magenta bike
The colorful garden mushrooms were abundant and whimsical!
A house adorned with a zillion faces made me stop in my tracks 
Every being on this planet is unique. No two created the same.
I was supposed to have fun on February 23. I had taken the day off and Alan and I had a full day planned and celebrating my 51st was the reason for the trip to LA. But, my Dad had passed away just a month before and I spent nearly 2 weeks home with the flu, andthen got hit with a COLD,
My own art inspired from a box of umbrellas outside one of the exhibits,
The snow covered mountains of Los Angeles were spectacular on the dreary February day.
I am always in awe of this particular sight at the Getty.
Why did Vincent have to leave the earth so young? No one had his way with color and stroke.
I think this lady in the painting is feeling just like me. Sick. 
For now, I will dream of healthier days, and be thankful that I have a husband and a wonderful life and that I can look at art through teary eyes and cherish the 51 years I have been fortunate enough to walk on this cherished planet and see life through my eyes that turn everything into art.
Alan and I headed to Abbott Kinney in Venice on Valentine's Day
I had been home sick for a week and a half so everything looked beautiful to me!
We browsed through some awesome shops.
It was a sparkling Sunday and around 75 degrees. Why do I live in California?
Love messages were scattered throughout Venice for us to see!
Found an artist that made these blown glass hearts!
The colors displayed throughout the shop were muted and arrangements full of whimsy
It was the perfect place to share with my lovebird on Valentine's Day
The only thing my husband and ever quarrel about is who gets the worm 
Santa Barbara has a subtle winter
You know it's winter by the variations of light
The cool mornings and nights are refreshing winter treats
Peaceful stretches of open unpopulated shore
And the way light dances on buildings are all winter in Santa Barbara.