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-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-dancing

Promises to keep

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

     Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
     My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
     He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
     The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.
                                                                                                   Robert Frost

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Angel in the dust