snowed in
You have no way to really measure this from the photo – but the snow at my door is waist deep. This is the side door. The front door was – well – more embedded. And yes, this does mirror…
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blank canvas
I now have an unimpeded view. And just to celebrate, nature launched one of its finest: a day of non-stop snow with gale winds. Spectacular. A blank canvas. I recall when I used to be so afraid of the blank…
step through
MORNING EVENING No, it didn’t take all day to pack the art. It took 2 hours with Rhonda’s help. There it is, in the box, with a towel on top to hold it in place and a note to remember…
the dance
Can you see the bird’s nest up high in the tree to the left? (and yes, that’s snow falling…) I feel like I’m experiencing “empty nest”. Hmmmm, sounds like emptiness. Similar actually. It’s the oddest feeling that comes on when…
morphed
Where once there was a moon, now there is moonlight. Where once there was the moon, now there is then moonlight… It’s an incantation. However, I DID need an accent, a highlight in that area. So, I substituted a kind…
hiding
Can you see the dog? He’s pretending that he’s a mountain. There are mountains in the background. Mountains in the art, too, right? No one can see him… Earlier today I was out throwing the ball for Rumi. He loves…
chemistry
What else could my art look like? One thought I had was : a pixellated computer drawing. Sort of. All those bits. But then last night I was reading Hope Jahren’s “Lab Girl” when I ran across this passage that…
pruning
THUNK! I hear this dull thud as a branch falls on my roof. It’s windy out and the woods are pruning themselves of debris – branches that just aren’t strong enough to withstand the test of this strong a breeze…
sailing/flocking
I read in the newspaper today that the cherry blossoms are due to bloom, no peak(!), in 11 days in DC this year. That’s DC. And here? Feeling optimistic, I bought seeds for my vegetable garden. I have 4 raised…
nasty
Today is one of those days where – if someone asked about the weather – you’d say “nasty” (that’s “nee-asty”). I ask myself: “Why is it that I live in New Hampshire?” Hmmmmm… And then I sit down to do…