Magic Moments-painting on location

The plein air session for today was scheduled to catch the apples in bloom at Topsmead State Forest and it did; they were lovely. But the only one foolish enough to brave a cold wind from the north and temperatures below 50F was yours truly. I choose to sit on the grass to stay out of the wind.  I was so stiff when I finally tried to get to my feet that I couldn’t bend my legs. No matter, it was a lovely afternoon and I enjoyed the painting and sketching.

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Two of the older trees but not the oldest. That one stands out in the middle of the meadow near the top of the hill.

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The path which winds up to the stone cottage.  Ms Chase built  her house at the top of the mead (meadow) to be like an old English Cotswold cottage complete with dove cote. If we paint there again next week as planned and its warmer I’ll work from up near the house.

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Magic Moments-on Sunday

Today in church psalm 116 and Peter 1:17-23 seemed so appropriate for me.

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Morning mist on Shady Brook

This afternoon a gentle rain with all the blossoms springing forth and the leaves unfurling gave a stillness to the grey day like a soft rustle of silk. I am restless, caged in impatience, waiting for some special signal. Something within me is about to unfurl.

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supporting one another in mutual love and growth

We witnessed the Baptism of little Elijah Ryan and promised as a congregation to support him in the life of Christ.

I am groping for my connection here and I read into every bit of scripture my own personal interpretation. I wasn’t brought up in the church. But these words from Peter (usually not my favorite) seemed to sing for me: “Now that you have purified your souls by your obedience to the truth so that you have genuine mutual love, love one another deeply from the heart. You have been born anew, not of perishable but of imperishable seed, through the living and enduring word of God.”

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Looking out my studio window

I know I have to be myself, for myself, from myself so that I may have the strength to love others deeply from the heart. I know that I must genuinely love myself to realize this goal and that part of that, a major part, is believing in my worth even when I have reason to feel lost and lonely-finding the inner strength to know I can, yes I can bring joy to my  life and the lives of others. And that I want to.

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The plein air group gets underway

Try the link below for more information on our newly formed en plein air group.


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Magic Moments-on edge

Magic Moments-on edge


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The first tentative blossoms of spring broke too soon. Now bitten off by blue winter lunes will they feel warm words in the wind again? Their roots are not down far enough to survive.


Today I built a fountain, well an odd shape from an odder clay slab that I had made on Wednesday. We shall see what/if it becomes something. More importantly I actually worked on a big –well half sheet- of cold press. I finished and signed that painting. It is in response to a poem. And I began laying out a second also inspired by a poem. I really can’t believe I have done this. But I’m taking three deep breaths and I’ll see if I can do the second painting. Maybe I’ll pray a bit too!


To be cont.

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Magic Moments- water color and…

An incredibly rich walk this morning: We studied a fallen ash tree that had broken off over night and fallen without tearing down the power lines-miraculous- said “hi” to a gaggle of 5 tom turkeys, noted tiny deer tracks with the larger ones, had a red tail who was being chased by crows swoop right across our path, listened to the redwing blackbird stake out his claim in the swamp, heard the brown creeper working the white pines, saw and heard the melody of a flock of bluebirds in the corn field, watched a flock of geese flying north overhead, thrilled to the “freebee” of a nesting chickadee, listened to the trill of a brook cascading down the hillside, and… watched as this guy came up on the road, looked us in the eye and went on over the other side. whew!!!

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How can anyone come up short on a day such as this except… We needed you, my very special friend, with your binoculars to help us identify the many –many other birds we saw. I miss you every day-deeply, today more than ever.

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Anyway, here are yet two more tree studies and now I think I’m ready to move on to a different motif.

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Happy painting and enjoy the slow rush of spring.

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