May I find inner peace and strength to live each day as deliberately as nature.
My life just now is a whirl wind. It’s been life in the fast lane with no time to paint. Still I hold faith that I will find/make that time to paint when the moment is again right.
So, Dear Reader, I am still around and even though I must recycle an image or two in the Fairy Boats I am painting at least a little and always evolving. I live in Gratitude for all that has and is happening with-in me. I hold fast in knowing this moment is perfect.
I needed her voice this morning. Thank you, New Day.
Now i finally can move forward again having gotten this little bird from one of the twitcher’s off my desk.
Even as i posted this i saw a problem with my aerial perspective and had to make yet another change. These things are too touchy! i am not going to photograph it again!
Here are some photos of Storm King as promised. The place is vast and my back and foot were dead by the time we got the bus home. However, like my visit to Innisfree this destination had been on my bucket list for a long time and I am thrilled to have had the experience of being there.
It is amazing to me how many fascinating places there are all with a days visit of home. Yes, that includes my own yard. The part I’m trying to overcome is my sadness at having to do it with only what i can carry inside. i keep trying to turn that into joy and failing.
So again, thank you, Enya for some much needed songs:
“If you really want to”/ “You Don’t need a reason” and-“If i could be where you are”.
Guard the Flame of Creativity that lights our path.
As I have been struggling with waves of depression over the last year and a half or more, I have come to realize how fragile our creative souls really are. It is hard enough to be creative in the normal chaos and distraction of living our lives; it becomes a challenge to find the will to even try when lost in depression that won’t lift.
The Christmas cards from 2014 and 2015 were a joy to paint
I’m hoping someday to even mount another show and that this year I may once again design a Christmas card for my friends as I did in 2014 and 2015. Last year I couldn’t even do a card design let alone mount a show. But, I sure am not giving up.
So guard the light of creativity and let yours shine. It lights the way for all of us and we are so grateful.
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
(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.
blueberries in bud.
This one begs to be painted.
A soft spot to sit? And i did and sketched the boardwalk and beaver dam beyond. -A nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Dear readers, I have not forgotten you but I have been distracted and waylaid.
First, a good friend has let me down-well nothing to be done about that but to try to accept it and move on-.
Second the internet has become glacial and my computer is clearly having a heart attack. I think I shall have to replace it. It is a PC office vista dell and my server will no longer support it. Ah… so out o the junk heap we go. Will Rikki-Tikki-Tavi-Kin the mongoose (Kipling) be there to keep the cobra from devouring my memory and contacts? i.e. you! I do hope so!
Any way I may appear to be “gone”, i.e. on hiatus for awhile but I’ll be back you can be sure, and with more watercolors of waves and snow and then spring ephemeral s.
photos and watercolors by me.
Until then… stay tuned, and keep painting and writing. I’ll be watching for your work.