Here they come.
They’ll bring their guitars and their trumpets and drums, basses and mandolins. The venues will be heavy with the sound of their violins, saxophones and accordions, their cimbaloms and washboards, and the warbling of their vocal chords.
Nothing like burning a bridge to make the day complete.
Imagine saying farewell to the hair coming off your fingertips in the wind and seeing birds use it for a…
It goes against Gary Leake’s grain to think about the demise of woodworking as a craft.
The guys might call them a hog, chopper or crotch rocket.
But one local woman who rides a beautiful Yamaha V-Star Silverado 1100 motorcycle might not use such crass-sounding names to describe her sparkling, beloved machine.
One of my granddaughters has a Blackberry. As far as I’m able to tell, she uses it to have a life.
Go ahead, tell your story. Just do it well, so your audience doesn’t get bored.
He caught a trout in Lough Arrow, Ireland, and she placed oranges around it for him to paint. Perhaps she’ll write a poem about it. They are a confluence of art.
Ninety-three artists will open their studio doors Sept. 26-27 for the Whidbey Island Open Studio Tour.
