Betty in her sacred morning ritual, captured in watercolor. You can almost feel the hush of the porch, the weight of memory in her clasped hands, and the soft Missouri light brushing her shoulders.
Betty on her porch swing, hands clasped in prayer, flanked by her loyal companions: the gentle Black Lab and Barnie the ever-watchful Red Shiba Inu. The scene feels complete now, doesn’t it? Like the land itself is listening.
Betty with her radiant blue eyes gently closed in prayer, her rosary entwined with a worn crimson prayer book resting in her hands. The Black Lab and Barnie flank her like sentinels of memory and devotion, and the porch swing cradles her like a sacred altar. The land behind her still whispers, but now her gaze—when it opens—will shine like the river at dawn.
