Sandhills Whispers

In the Nebraska Sandhills, time seems to slow down and have a quieter pace. I have fond memories of waking up early and sneaking out to the porch swing to take in the serene landscape, watching the sun peek over the hills. I remember listening to the soft, continuous whispers of the grasses turning the hills into waves. There was no agenda, no rush, and no chaos—just an invitation to be. I hope you enjoy "Sandhills Whispers," an oil-pastel collection inviting you into rest.