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Author: Adra Fisher
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The ephemeral gifts of spring
I’m a sucker for beauty, natural or human made. Line and form excite me, and color, in certain shades or combinations, can nearly stop my heart. For as long as I can remember I’ve been this way — which might partly explain why I’m drawn to gardens, art, and tall dark handsomes. My lust for…
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Sudden snowfall
Last night’s snow following several days of spring-like weather is a graphic reminder that winter may not be through with us yet. The stark beauty of snow on the branches of my backyard neighbor’s Sweetgum tree inspired this quick-and-dirty sketch made with everyday permanent markers. With sunshine and rising temperatures in next week’s forecast, spring…
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Celebrating bell hooks
When Hopkinsville native and literary giant bell hooks moved back to Kentucky to join the Berea College faculty in 2004, it was a great day for the Commonwealth. It’s always a proud moment when one of our own goes out into the world, makes a name for herself, and then comes home to roost. And…
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To each her own
The cold and gloom that is January is keeping me home more than usual these days, so I’m back in my art room playnting my way toward spring. One of the many perks of making art is that it allows you to transcend reality and create what you want to see in the world. Or…
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The art of letting go
I am so ready to leave this year behind. It began with a funeral for someone I love dearly, and it is ending the same way. Two close family members from our already small clan, gone in 2021. Covid-19 didn’t take these loved ones from us, thankfully, but they were both ill — and very,…
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A fond farewell
Like many relationships these days, ours began innocently enough, driven mainly by curiosity on my part and fueled by the internet. Little did I know that my urgent keystrokes on that unseasonably warm April evening in 2007 would launch a 16-year love affair that provided immeasurable solace and diversion during some very rocky times. But…
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The little cat who thought she could ... and actually succeeded!
Do we ever get enough of baby animals and happy endings? If you’ve met your weekly quota, stop reading now because this cat tale features both — and maybe even a life lesson or two (but I’ll leave that up to you). Our story begins around mid-morning on Saturday, July 8. Jeff and I are…
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Confessions of an aging road dog
We’ve been traveling three days now, with easy overnights in Missouri and Arkansas, launching our Midwest road trip on a promising note. Both states made lasting impressions with their natural beauty, vibrant downtowns, friendly locals, and abundance of armadillo roadkill. We’re in Kansas now, entranced by a cerulean sky topped with dollops of pillowy white…
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Healing in a world of hurt
During the two-week run of beautiful weather just after Easter, a violent stomach bug came calling and knocked me for a loop. Jeff was sick too, but with a spring cold -- somehow miraculously sidestepping the virus that brought me literally to my knees. It’s never a good time to be sick, but during that…
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Haiku You!
If you’re a regular reader of The Winchester Sun — and I hope you are — you know how lucky we are to have accomplished and knowledgeable columnist Bill McCann keeping us up on the local and regional art scene. In a March 28 Sun article, Bill put out word that the newspaper is seeking…