After spending a morning in court, wither I had gone to support a friend, the victim of a tragic act by an irresponsible driver and drug user, I made my way down to the river to paint. There God’s world gave me a gentle welcome in stark contrast to the human misery we have created within our societies and which is played out daily in our courts and jails.
Greens, golds, blues and the rill of moving water washed over my soul. Fishermen hobnobbed on the park benches or quietly waded out through the reflections among the rocks while their wives sat and read on the shore. Six red-headed mergansers dove and skimmed the surface driving the trout together to be flipped into upturned bills. Later two more came gliding down the sun-dappled brown water. I have never before been privileged to see so many redheaded mergansers in one spot.
I painted one small watercolor sketch looking across the river and did a few quick pencil sketches of the fishermen catching and releasing and of the mergansers ganging up on the fish. Then I headed up to the Riverton General store for an ice-cream eaten alfresco in the lovely outdoor dining area they recently created.
It was a lovely afternoon. I am grateful for those who have encouraged me on this path to plein-air painting. And, next time, I’d love to have some artist buddies join me to enjoy the scenery and the good food.
Tomorrow i think I’ll play with my new Chinese mop brush. Only doing diving mergansers in grey and rust.
Here is one from Hanna’s blog of her hiking in Norway. I wish she were closer by. I would take her to White Memorial Woods and to Sessions Woods. These photos presumably from her walk in Norway could be from those beautiful New England landscapes where there are so many trails just waiting for the explorer/artist in me.
Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it.
Be careful what you water your dreams with. Water them with worry and fear and you will produce weeds that choke the life from your dream. Water them with optimism and solutions and you will cultivate success. Always be on the lookout for ways to turn a problem into an opportunity for success. Always be on the lookout for ways to nurture your dream.
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
I am about to give up. Word press has decided to edit the length of my post. these photos are from the same walk taken today and should follow the first set of hoarfrost in the previous post-They show snow everywhere after a blizzard yesterday that followed two warm days when the world turned rose and gold (actually on that day the only camera i took were my eyes so you will have to imagine the lichen and red osier dogwood now covered in white.
The things I like best about winter are my cozy black Damart tights and top. They’re warm and sleek. And, I like the silence of the snow and the way it has mounded up in the apple leaves like scoops of sugar in little cups. I could love it if my eyes were burning green and gold, but they’re not. They’ve changed to grey.
For the rest; the grey cold fits my mood internally and externally. This weather is such a contrast to last year on this same day in late October. Then the world held promise sparkling like the visions of a child but now it exists just to be dealt with.
Winter: dull and chilling, or cold and invigorating; we wait to see. Hope holds fast as frosty breath breaths white clouds over a garden outlined in white. And soul and spirit wait patiently yet fearfully like tulip bulbs beneath the soil planted in spite of the danger of being consumed and brought to extinction over the long bleak months of winter. Will they be there to bloom in May?
Ah nonsense! The point is all our New England roads are paved with gold right now and if one just stops long enough to look there is beauty enough to last a life time or at least to carry us through the winter! So I hope you too are enjoying these last few days of autumn as the leaves whirl down soon to be caught by the rain and snow. (It was already raining as i came home tonight after figure drawing and the roads were solidly covered in burnt gold. The trees will soon be bare)
These are the scenes I’d like to be painting this weekend only instead I shall be heading up to Vermont to play Grandma.
. Perhaps we all will sketch and paint together while I’m there. That will be fun too. According to the forecast it may even snow over the weekend while we’re in Vermont!