I walk in the woods near my house everyday with my dogs. I walk for exercise and fresh air, but really I walk in the woods to remind myself that this is where hope lives. Hope exists in winter when the ground is cold and asleep, and hope exists in spring, when I notice that despite whatever news I heard on the radio, the birds still sing their songs, and box turtles still take tentative steps across the dirt path. Azaleas burst forth their color in arrogance, as if they did not read the news today, and I remember that I am here on this earth to pay attention. And so I paint to pay attention, not just to my smart phone, not just to the busy schedule of my family, but to the wonderful world that still manages to adorn herself in magnificent colors, every day.