My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

Sunset at Polihale Beach, Kauai, Hawaii When I was a little boy, living in my childhood dreamworld of imagination and wond...

This afternoon I finished an oil painting on panel, and stood back to see if I liked it. The subject appealed to me—two cock...

I love the possibilities of living without constraint. Of course, this is impossible, and society requires that its citizens...

I call my wife Heidi Of The Mountains. When we first began spending devoted time together about four years ago, we liked t...

What is distance? It is a system of measurement determined by space and time. Arbitrary units are devised, e.g. minutes, hours, inch...

Orchids, blooming in a windowsill. The first big snowfall of this season took us by surprise. We awoke from dreamy sleep, ...

The storehouse of my mind is bursting and begs to be released. The most fluid, direct, and succinct way to accomplish this is by wri...

--> When the days grow cold in Santa Fe, at least once a year, Heidi Of The Mountains decides that we will go visit her parents in...

--> My first blog post was seven years ago . . . on October 7. Since then, I have posted 384 times, almost every week without fai...

There is something about the dying of summer bloom and leaves falling from trees—scurrying to oblivion in cold autumn wind...

"Feeling The Pinch," oil on board, 12 x 16 inches, by Steven Boone Sometimes an urge arises inside of me to sha...