An envisioning. 1970 and five thirty in the afternoon at the house in Denver with the sun glimmering on the Rockies off on the horizon where the mountains meet the sky.

On a voyage to see how much mileage I can get from the creative ability and eye for images that my family thought was useless. On line art curator, fiction writer and now blogger. Historian's daughter. Follow me . . .even I have no idea where I'm going next. View all posts by sarahbguestperry