Three winters have passed since I last walked the beaches on Anna Maria Island. Happily the BP oil disaster has no visible impact on the surface of the sands or waters here. Much has changed and much remains as I recall. The changes come to the single storey houses that once were the dreams of island residents. Now they are renewed and for vacation rent rather than full-time living. The need to have a pool remains a mystery to me with Tampa Bay on one side of the island and the Gulf of Mexico on the other. Pine Street sparkles with buildings that have an island feel. For the most part they fit with with architecture of Roser Church and other original buildings of the 1900s. A man asked me if I were vacationing. Although my mouth moved no words made a sound. I had come home but in reality I am vacationing as I have no room to call my own. He said he could never leave. "Your body may leave but your heart remains," was my reply.
My art is now represented by The Dancing Crane Gallery in the Village of the Arts in Bradenton. Please as Beverly to see it.
