Images from the weekend.

Spring, and the guise of something special.

The early spring weather has lured me outside, and lately I have spent most

of my days enjoying this most exiting and beloved time.

 I observe how others celebrate being alive and 

notice its effects can be very uplifting.

The red winged black bird, you come back to your beloved wet lands
 each year, again and again.

You flit from branch to branch to get the best view
performing one hundred sun salutations and rejoice

in your gladness in being here. 

 Tail held high, the labrador, my sweet Baily, loves to feel the cool water

as she glides effortlessly across the pond.

 Feeling her limbs move in ways that she was bred to do,

she is at home in the water. 

  Shy and elusive, the Sand Hill Crane blends in with her surroundings, can you see?

There, look how beautiful! a red crown shines on its head!

Later, I carry these early spring colors with me and they show up

in a watercolor painting.

A woman pauses from her gathering and offers the

light of the sky in her eyes, 

and the warmth of remembrance

in her smile.

Exploring line and glimpses of beauty

Exploring the qualities of line, I trace the shapes of two figures.

A bird returns to those that have shown it love.

Like an old lockset that is graced with cracks and patina,

this life is full of openings and closings.

slamming hard

and opening gently,

it is with care

that I can see

the meaning of the 

hard edges and brokenness,

a glimpse of the beauty and perfection

that was always there.

Shadows, light and exquisite beauty.

One day when the evenings were long,

and the cooper hawk sat very still....

I went to my brother's home and wandered among the snow,
shadows and light.

His beautiful sculptures of stone, each one telling a different story, looked

at home, as if they had rooted themselves where they were placed.

Snow crusted and ivy entwined.

The creative process, a mystery.

Ideas taking shape in the mind,

are transformed into exquisite beauty.



This one shall follow me home someday soon and will take
root in my heart and be cherished.







The artist in his home.

Art as therapy

 The below drawing was inspired by this painting by 

 Early Renaissance Italian painter, Sassetta.

A little pug floats skyward as two people embrace.

This drawing honors the comfort we give and receive

from one another.

Something waits beneath it

"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape...the loneliness of it...Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show"

                                                       American painter Andrew Wyeth 

and, beneath it all, we have had to say goodbye to our beloved Mimi,

she passed away a week ago today at 14 years old.

Rest in peace lovely girl. XO