T.: Rosanne Olson at Robin Rice Gallery

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Rosanne Olson at Robin Rice Gallery

My marvelous and talented Seattle friend Rosanne Olson has an opening next week — Wednesday, May 8th — at Robin Rice Gallery in New York.

How I wish I could be there!

Rosanne and her husband Ted McMahon have been in the same writing group with me for many years. Both are multi-talented. Rosanne, besides her work as a professional photographer, is a talented singer/songwriter, as well as poet. Ted, a Seattle pediatrician, is a poet, drummer and welder.

New York friends — check out the show for me!

4 comments:

TaradharmaApril 30, 2013 at 9:48 PM
wow what an image!

I've noticed with many of my creative friends that they usually have many outlets. It's the life force coming through and it must be expressed!
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ElizabethApril 30, 2013 at 10:20 PM
That is some photo!
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37paddingtonMay 1, 2013 at 5:55 AM
Thanks for the heads up! Will do!
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FoxessaMay 1, 2013 at 8:24 AM
The gallery's walking distance ....

Love, C.
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