What began as a moody Monday of errands, a doctors appointment, a bit of tidying up in the garden,was lifted by a walk with a friend, enjoying posts from so many talented, generous folks on WordPress followed by a bit of painting.
“Experience is never limited, and it is never complete; it is an immense sensibility, a kind of huge spider-web of the finest silken threads suspended in the chamber of consciousness, and catching every air-borne particle in its tissue.”
from Henry James on the importance of experience copied from Gurney Journey:
Three photos by me- inspired by Belinda Grover’s post today of a beautiful floating leaf photograph. My own photographic efforts down at the spring lot are just snap shots:
But I was especially pleased to be able to take these without scaring the very tired wood duck who clearly wanted to stay the night. She was a lovely little creature. Someday I hope they will nest on the pond.
My watercolor version of “Fairy Boats” on the spring lot pond. 14″x10″ Arches HP
An attempt at the Hollister House working from memory while trying to avoid “mud”.
Holly (no wings, walking out of the dust-think of the movie, “Purgatory”)
Except for the occasional scream of a blue jay, the woods and edges of the marsh were quiet today. 24 gregarious but quiet birders walked the paths under warm grey skies. There were no unusual birds sighted; only some white throat sparrows, a chipping sparrow, a thrush or two, geese, crows and a pair of ring neck ducks. i found solace in painting a little sketch of one of the several ponds. It’s amazing how much painting helps one to feel at peace..
I’d forgotten to replace the flash card in my camera and anyway the battery was low. But, Painting was better than taking photos. Birders walk very slowly and i travel fast so it was no problem rejoining the group when i finally finished painting.
Angel in the dust
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.Magic Moments Pass Us By
Now of my three score years and ten – soon-
Seventy will not come again
About the woodland i will go
To see the sun chase out the snow
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
For these are ours to share
Tho’ you will not be there
Angel in the dust