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Signal Box Wrap Art Project
Jennifer O'Neill Pickering's signal box at 29th St..
and Meadowview, Sacramento
This is the signal box I created from several water colors based on my Goddess series. These images were changed with additional elements added to them. I also, incorporated a short poem...Our peaceful hearts lift others into flight.
December 15th Featured Writers are: William Burg and June Augusta Gillam William Berg-Author Wicked Sacramento W illiam Burg, a Sacramento resident since 1993, is a California historian whose work focuses on Sacramento history, including seven books and approximately one hundred articles about the city's history. He holds a Master of Arts degree in public history from Sacramento State University. J une Augusta Gillam- The Hillary Broome Mystery Series June is a native of Sacramento, California, born to a Czechoslovakian dad and Irish/Welsh mom. In 2010, June moved to Auburn and joined in with the energy and enthusiasm of fellow Gold Country Writers. She also belongs to Sisters in Crime, Capitol Crimes Sacramento chapter. A founding member of San Joaquin Valley Writers, the 22nd branch of the California Writers Club, meeting in UOP's School of Education in Stockton, CA, every 2nd Saturday of the month at 12:30 pm, June was honored with a Jack London A
Cruise Bound Poet June, 23 2013 The worst part of a cruise is the check- in. Everyone told me this and it is true. You will have a headache after airport security. I suggest using the cruise bus shuttle to get from the airport to the cruise ship, though a bit pricey it is worth the extra money and you will be in a better mood for the next round of cruise ship lines and security before embarking. An Alaskan Memory in Water color Gosh, I’m on a cruise. When did I become my mother? And when did I join the ranks of the bourgeoisie (even if only in comfort levels)? The truth is I’m just an aging Baby Boomer on the precipice of senior hood (well technically I’ve slid over the precipice or at least that’s how I feel some days). I just want a little pleasure without a lot of fuss. I’ve paid my dues (and yes this is directed to those who seem to be more plentiful nowadays than spam) who refer to hard work and deductions from pay checks (mine s