Thursday, November 26, 2009

Winter Frost

Two new paintings.

A bellyful of turkey and pie.

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.

The seeds are perfectly arranged inside each capsule.

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


Cowbirds. Forever. Eternity.
Love this song by Adele: 

Thursday, November 19, 2009


After many wet days

the ground flooded and a small bog formed.

It is cold and wet and feels like winter. 

There is a certain stillness in the air.

The osage oranges have met their watery end.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009


It is hard to find a little red this far south.

So I have been looking.

This is all I could find.

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


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


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.
It was after hours and we had a private tour of the Sistine Chapel.
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.

Saturday, November 7, 2009


Feed Your Soul 
with the free art project!
Available on Indie Fixx.
Take a peek.

Friday, November 6, 2009


Wish I could drift off to sleep.

Alas, there is much to do.
Miles to go...

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.