Monday, November 30, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
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
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
After many wet days
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
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
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.