Monday, November 30, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Winter Frost
Two new paintings.
A bellyful of turkey and pie.
Family.
So much to be thankful for.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Memory Fades
Remembering Mrs. W.
She always carried her cutting shears.
She loved her garden.
She was such a lady, always kind.
I don't think she knew my name.
I will forever remember hers,
though memories fade.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Float Away
Strange looking pods on the side of the road.
Each seed has its own little silk parachute.
Ready to catch the wind and float away.
Do you see the little bug? He's hiding.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Silent Sky
Silent Sky
An elegy of sorts.
Who doesn't love Emily Dickinson?
The imagery in her poetry...
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Be Still
Be still my heart.
I do love watching hawks soar in the sky.
I suppose they like watching me too.
Have I told you my story about the cruelty of nature?
Outside my kitchen window.
The most high pitched, piercing cries.
A hawk had attacked a downy woodpecker.
and suddenly flew away with it caged in its talons.
Screaming into the distance.
My heart was racing.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Plumage
Ferns. Feathery. Fronds.
The flora and fauna seem to blend together.
I am diverted by a different kind of plumage.
New birds soon.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Splendid
New birds. Cardinals.
Two words come to mind: wondrous and majestic.
As I was painting my mind wandered, as it often does...
Cardinals, Rome, the Sistine Chapel, Michelangelo.
Years ago, as an art student studying in Italy,
we had a special art history lecture in the Vatican.
Can you imagine? Two hours. No tourists, no crowds, just us.
We laid down on our backs and looked up at the frescoes.
It was wondrous and majestic.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Tally Ho
While hunters and hounds were scampering about the countryside,
guess who poked his head out of the woods?
As if to say in silent mockery,
"Catch me if you can."
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Midnight Dreary
My latest bird specimen painting.
Ravens. A male and female.
Dark, dreary, ghastly and grim.
A little nod to Edgar Allan Poe.
Evermore. Nevermore.
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