The Darkest Days Are the Brightest 12/21/2025

By: Jennifer Richardson Holt The sky goes pink this time of year as the sun goes down. I don’t know what it is about the cooler seasons, but there is a gradual fade from dusty blue into the horizon, and then—almost without warning—that rosy hue appears. It always makes things look more like winter toContinue reading “The Darkest Days Are the Brightest 12/21/2025”

My Own Concoction 1/7/2024

By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I have mentioned before about both myself and my family being weird.  I feel like perhaps I should explain this a bit more as that is a very broadly stroked painting which I have applied to myself and those that I love.  I realize that there are vast number of definitions thatContinue reading “My Own Concoction 1/7/2024”