Illustrations

Ruby Begonia is on her way...

Derrick Chow has come up with the perfect art to accompany the story.

It is so wonderful to see the story come to life!

 

A growing garden is the most peaceful thing to watch and ponder. It's an inspiration to create something and watch it prosper. I just received the illustration sketches for Ruby Begonia and the High Heeled Sneakers and I get the same wonderful feeling looking at those. It's a reality, it's going to happen. Looking at images that were created by my imagination is the most incredible thing I have ever felt. 

Well, it sure feels like the summer has begun. Taking some time out to go and "smell the roses" is imperative. I took a few photos around CT, at the White Flower Farm in Morris and Jane E. Pierce Park in Southbury. I remember in around, of, oh... February or March just dying to see green and color. I have been so happy to capture the colors and textures this season. Next year, when it's dead and cold outside, I can look at the pictures and remember just how much everything comes to life in the spring. Here are a few, enjoy!

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Ruby Begonia's High Heeled Sneakers

Flying into a Book Store Near You!

A Peaceful Moment for Your Visual Pleasure

Horseshoe Bay, Bermuda

Very Lagoony...

Time to Get Away

A trip to some place different. I can reflect on thoughts already had and perhaps spark a few that have not come to me yet. Relaxation is the best way to achieve optimum reflection.

A Story for Everyone Rushing About...

A young man was walking down a winding road. The road seemed to be narrowing with every forward step he took. With growing concern about his selected path and destination, he quickened his steps.
While speeding his way down the crooked thoroughfare, he noticed a small child watching him from behind a tree. The child smiled at him, but the young man continued to pursue his course with fervor.
Panting hard and feeling anxious about the ever shrinking road ahead, he paused to rest. There was the child, still watching him with interest. The road continued to grow smaller and smaller, though never seeming to end. He stopped once again, and again, there was the child. The young man stepped off the path and walked up to the small child. The child looked up at him quizzically and asked, “What’s the hurry?” The young man considered this question for a moment.
He responded, “I’m worried about the pathway ending”
“So then,” said the child, “What’s the hurry?”

Jessica Haight 2009