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Tracie Skarbo was motivated to write by her father, who was her biggest supporter. “He was always behind me, rallying me on with my writing. I would always see him with a book in hand. He gave me a great appreciation for the written word, and the power and responsibility that writers have to shape those who read their words. He also taught me to respect nature and to value the beauty within it; my reflections on my environment are just an extension of this.” Skarbo was raised on Vancouver Island and is working on her next two books.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Calla Lilies

Calla Lilies are my favorite flowers, they are such an elegant classic.  This is the latest of my paintings.  I am working on a lotus next.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Abide the Rain

When you live on the west coast of Canada, in the middle of rainforest country, you better be able to abide the rain. 


Those clear drops don’t look like much, and that is entirely part of their wicked charm.  They will pull at you, trying to wash away the colors of your world, leaving you a bedraggled mess of depression. 


Low lying cloud cover will make you run for duvet feathers while you are committed to long loud yawns that no amount of coffee seem able to banish.


In the last six hours I have seen several different kinds of rain.  There are the huge drops that fall fast to the ground that look like short lines rather than actual drops.  They transform slightly into drops that almost look like snow they are so big and reflect so much of the grey skies.  These ease up to the slower cousins that bounce upwards as they commit suicide upon the asphalt.  Then again the drops diminish in size, shifting with direction; utterly content to play follow the leader with the winds.  For hours, days and weeks this will be how the days will knit together, married to the fog.


Yes, if you are to put down roots in a rainforest, you better be able to abide the rain.