within my soul.
Somewhere in Idaho
Once again, lost in Idaho. We always love to take the back roads. There is a certain magic and safety in the wilderness. It feels as if the mountains and the pine trees are there to protect you.
Here the mountain rises up and asks me to do the same. She recharges my insecurities. I do my part to protect her. Do my best to leave no trace, so that generations to come will be able to experience the mountain just as I do in all her beauty.
The ink dances with the sanded paper.
paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower