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The Story of This Painting — An Unforeseen Encounter by Steve Henderson of Steve Henderson Fine Art: Like all lovers of Christmas, Santa enjoys browsing the festive, holiday-decorated streets. On Christmas Eve night, when all shoppers are home in their … Continue reading
From Start Your Week with Steve, the weekly e-mail newsletter of Steve Henderson Fine Art. This is the story behind the painting, The Christmas List: Warm reds glow in the inside, set against the cool blues of a North Pole night. The push … Continue reading
Whether you say Season’s Greetings, Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas or Happy Hanukkah, the fleeting weeks beginning with Thanksgiving and ending at the New Year are a time of celebration, activity, music, joy and . . . sadness. Part of being … Continue reading
I feel yucky. My nose is stuffed, I cough — twice — every 30 seconds, I can’t hear through the plugging of my ears, there’s a chill that has nothing to do with a draft, my lithesome form drapes lethargically … Continue reading
Any of you with teenagers know that you’re frequently unpopular with them for major issues like, say, breathing, and for awhile, our policy of not buying CDs, DVDs, or digital detritus really affected our poll numbers. “But it’s what I … Continue reading
Friday afternoon found me trolling through the establishments of our little town, looking for loose tea, which, obviously, was not in the lumber store, the old fashioned department store (we actually have one of those), or the feed store; neither was it, however, in the grocery store. Continue reading