Magic Moments-Quack

Somehow my day escaped without any art work happening unless one can count hanging pictures and touching up trim and floor in the studio with new paint.

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Anyway here is a duck i painted on Tuesday. On Wednesday I formed more hand cast ceramic tiles but didn’t bother to photograph those. My life continues limping along in a rather fractured manner and I keep hoping things will settle into place soon. It’s critical to keep working. I am looking forward to peaceful productivity after this weekend and the Opening for my New Studio is over.

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the duck on my desk in front of one of the paintings in the studio.

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A diversion Wednesday morning at 6:48 as the sun throws its shadow on the moon setting over the West meadow just before dawn.

Holly

Magic Moments-einem goldenen wald und fee booten:

Here is the first fee booten painting which inspired me to give my walk a try even though i didn’t feel 100 percent. The woods are so beautiful.

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And my walk today was marked by beauty in spite of finding myself unable to complete my normal loop.  Part of the beauty was nature’s offering and the other the cheerful arrival of my husband to pick me up at the halfway point. The loop is only 3 and a half miles but today halfway was more than enough for my bad foot and leg. Besides i was missing my friend.

here are the Fairy Boats again in another painting. the sun is catching them. But they are beginning to sink.IMG_6594 (1024x768).jpg

 

I am working on the golden forest. Here are some photos from today.

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It is  the beech trees which are so glorious. But the oaks do pretty well too-IMG_6582 (1024x768).jpg

and make lovely boats.

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All Silver and Gold

Holly

Magic Moments-at Esperanza

Or Morning Coffee on the porch

 

Asking all forgiveness from Robert Frost-

But as I ran upstairs to grab my camera his poem ‘Dust of Snow’ rang in my head and so…

 

The way the morning sun

Cast tracery

From fern leaf spun

Across my cup of coffee

 

Has given my heart

A change of mood

And saved some part

Of a day that I had rued

 

And, Then…when I came back with a new cup of coffee and my camera the shadow was gone!

That is when I remembered John Snell’s advice from his recent photography workshop given on Star Island, “where there’s one there’s usually more.”

Here are the results from that word of encouragement. Thank you John!

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Take One
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take two

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take Three

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Wonderful distractions abound

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Take Four
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And a Morning Saved

Thank you all

Angel in the Dust

Magic Moments-revisited

Today my friend and I hit the HB trail for our tri-weekly morning walk. Finally after weeks of rain the weather was sunny and cool. This is a very special area with a micro climate that favors a vast array of spring ephemeral flowers. They had struggled into rapid bloom early in the season trying to survive the extreme drought which we were experiencing for the third year in a row in New England.

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Now following weeks of rain everything has greened up beautifully and the water table is approaching normal levels.  Only the hemlocks are gone due to the adelgid and one can hear a steady rain of chips from the canopy high overhead as the gypsy moth caterpillars defoliate the oaks. But, somehow nature always seems to spring back-don’t we all?

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So although I promised myself only to post watercolors-here goes- I’m going to post photos from our walk this morning. It was so much fun to find colonies of the plants now doing well which although no longer in flower felt like old friends. Of course there were new flowers to identify too, and a few that I have yet to catch in flower. One tree, a giant forest Tulip, dropped a flower at my feet. I hope to paint that soon.

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now huge leaves of wake robin
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herb Robert in seed
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viburnum gone to seed
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dead hemlock
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colony of stemless yellow violet
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curious fruit of the bear berry

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holly

 

 

 

Magic Moments-a grey morning

A rather dark one for me but a cool invigorating one for the ephemeral spring flowers.

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Although I have been sketching in watercolors my painting is neither free nor precise. Instead it is –well embarrassing. However, I can show you some of what I have been privileged to be a part of as the weather has cooled down and given us a little much needed rain.IMG_3324 (768x1024)

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The leaves are soft now but the torrential rain we got diverted the stream down the path so the going gets a bit tough as one goes higher up the hillside

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These snap shots are from that special hillside I mentioned in a previous post and are all taken within a few steps of “my” Throne. The forest floor is carpeted with spring beauties and trout lilies as far as one can see.

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These are stitched down with red trillium (wake robin), golden stem-less violet, Dutchman’s breeches, and many other little ephemeral s-too many to name here. One might feel they have IMG_3366 (1024x768)stepped into the hunt for the unicorn tapestry.

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Magic Moments-only don’t blink

Stay aware.

Listen to the frog chorus. Watch the red wing fan his tail and tilt sideways when he sings while the grackle stretches straight forward and lifts both wings and tail. The tree swallows swirl like mini fighter pilots and the buffle head ducks dip and disappear slick as submarines. Above the dirt road the first Mourning cloaks emerge to float softly in the warm April sun. But If You So Much As Dare To Speak…

The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day.
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
a cloud come over the sunlit arch,
And wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.
Robert Frost, Two Tramps in Mud Time, 1926                      re-blogged from Hanna’s walk

                                                                                                                 April 2017 | Hanna

(There in Denmark the cherry trees are already out. It will be awhile before that happens here. Next week  we could get a snowstorm. It’s happened before.)

But today was so warm i sketched outside at the Hurley building in short sleeves.

( see blog post  https://litchfieldhillspleinairsketchersandpainters.wordpress.com)

This morning i also sketched and yesterday after church as well. I think that that painting is still in the car so here are a few photos from my Sunday walk. Can you guess where they were taken? Tomorrow JL and i will go up Shady Brook. Even with the drought our corner of the world is full of running water and bird song.

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blueberries in bud.

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This one begs to be painted.

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A soft spot to sit? And i did and sketched the boardwalk and beaver dam beyond. -A nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

Till later then

yaitd holly

Magic Moments-

Time to post as painting seems impossible.

Today I took many of my paintings from last year to the newly formed Farmington River Artists Guild in the Hurley building to see if they might find buyers and new homes; A sad moment for me as they were painted under sunnier skies but it’s time to move on. Perhaps the new plein-air group will take hold and keep me focused. Check out their schedule on: https://litchfieldhillspleinairsketchersandpainters.wordpress.com

I ‘m not sure what is next-carry on i guess. So…here is a poem for you and some recent photographs to enjoy. Take care and find joy in the new day.IMG_2777 (1024x768).jpgMagic Moments Pass Us By

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Now of my three score years and ten – soon-

 Seventy will not come again

About the woodland i will go

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And wonder at the mirrored calm

That hides an overwhelming qualm

 Of fear that clenches at my heart

Sad thoughts that this is just the start

That as the summer fades to fall

The green of fern and moss on wall

Will change to golden orange and rust

While still i hold my heart in trust

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For these are ours to share

Tho’ you will not be there

Angel in the dust

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Magic Moments-in gratitude

To R- for setting me on the path to begin the journey to self awareness through the  practice of yoga and for getting me out of doors just to be alive to the beauty around me.

Walking and Hiking get me closer to nature and i find inspiration and solace there. My heart fills with gratitude.

The practice of yoga is gradually giving me freedom to once again move from a secure center both physically and mentally. This journey now begun will never end. I know there will be interruptions and set backs but i will always be grateful for the gift.

-And for reconnecting me to my family in a positive way. One which allows me to return to these stories from my childhood with fond memories-

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Seabird by Holling Clancy Holling

Maybe I’ll even paint that wave-

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For now I am listening to and loving  some piano music (Rachmaninoff’s 1st piano concerto) and accepting who i am.

Holly ♥fyaitd

Magic Moments-where you find them

‘Magic is where you find it, the only thing that matters is that you take the time to look for it’.
Tom Ryan: Following Atticus

There is magic in the woods often found in tiny and unexpected patterns.

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And there are man made barriers too, which while irksome, do herald spring; especially when one arrives at the collecting tank and can listen for the steady drip of sap which gathers intensity as the sun rises.

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On the road there are also barriers to travel; mostly nice ones: for it is easy to spend long moments chatting with the many other folk who, like us, love to walk this road.

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We often meet neighbors walking their dogs. The fun thing is the way these little animals hurry forward to greet us. And, it’s not uncommon to see a phalanx of corgis stretching all the way across the road. Then there is a tangle! (Yes, I like dogs-people too!)

For the moment our walk still follows the straight and narrow although this Friday we’ll switch to the lane and lower road both dirt. And very soon i hope we’ll take to the trails in Peoples and Legionnaires. Then it will be time to start the annual spring ephemeral hunt sketchbook in hand.

 

Angel in the dust

Magic Moments-at Home

When down is up:

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I think my friends learn to accept my idiosyncrasies such as today when I lay down on the stiffly frozen grass to photograph the ice and then just stayed there admiring the trees. Actually the grass was comfortable. It worked like coiled bed springs trapping air so the ground did not feel a bit cold even though the air temperature was barely above the single digits Fahrenheit.

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We stayed for quite a long time listening to the ice which besides reflecting the trees in its usual beautiful milky way was also “talking”; it chortled and burped and gurgled. Once it even gave off a series of explosions sounding like a fourth of July fireworks. I suppose it was expanding and responding to the warmth as the sun gradually rose above the trees. But, I don’t really know. My friend said it sounded like the mud baths at Yellowstone National Park.

 

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Supine view

Often when I experience something beautiful or fascinating I am aware of a deep loss. Only today an idea clicked: in my sensation of loss the one missing becomes present and is, for that moment, here with me, a comforting feeling. And so “up” gets very soft and full of memories:

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Home from our walk i worked on painting number two of the ocean, then headed into class where I sketched people at yoga practice-a great place to do figure drawing if you keep it simple and quick. The challenge for this week is to sketch or draw a 100 people by the end of the week.

 

Hope your day went well too.

Angel in the dust