Dogwood Blessing

Dogwood Blessing

May you be blessed…

This spring is just flying by, as if all of the growing things are in hyperdrive. I’m really grateful that I’ve managed to take the walks that I have, camera in hand, and light surrounding everything as if staged for my convenience. Don’t you just love dogwood?

Northern Neighbor

Northern Neighbor

A Walk at Dusk

Usually this little fella hangs out in the pineapple guava tree outside our front door, and lately he’s become quite raucous. This evening, on our lengthy walk at dusk, he stood there on the neighbors roof and posed for me.  It was a lovely walk. All of the orange trees are in sweet sweet bloom, and the scent of the honey locusts as we crossed the overpass coming back from the river was also simply heavenly. There were  even tiny very sour plums on a tree overhanging the sidewalk. YUM!

Exterior Decorating

Decorative phrases
fill the sensitive body
like paisley vines on the march
under skittish trees
 
Tickle the plains with herds
of words and topics broad
instigate emotional mobs
twisting concepts to fit the story
 
Art or craft capable
of painting hints of mystery
blatant lies lined up single file
or stamped portraits from broken molds
 
An abstract for
the logical mind
Sweet Imagination

Sweet Imagination

Telling Herstory

I feel like I’ve taken a turn, and the road back is a long way around. I’m headed forward and that feels like a good thing. I’ve been working on leaping off of the proverbial cliff with the faith that I know that I can fly. I don’t just believe it, I know it. Have you ever discovered the thrill that happens once you leap through your fear? I love it.

End of the Road

On the edge of the wilderness
at the end of the road
where the creek burbles sweetly
and the bear occassions by
 
We gather our water
rinse the dust from our faces
nap on a rock in the sun
while new leaves and old needles
dapple the light around us
 
Light breezes ruffle red dirt
lizards wake and scramble
and birds sing to us all the while
Tears

Tears

An Electronic Collage

This original drawing/painting is far too blatant. I felt strongly about the premise of it, however those strong feelings came through too brashly for my tastes (even though it was me that did it of course). I had fun creating several brushes, then layering textures with them. Also, by adding complimentary colors, the brash oranges and reds were softened a bit, albeit in a rather brash fashion at that. My newly created dragonfly brush helps reference the transformation the topic and the piece are going through.

Playing Small

The tabby was a big fat cat
who commanded attention
by his very presence
 
Yet, he thought of himself
as still a little guy
 
He would hide under the easy chair
where only his head fit
 
He was convinced
his backside was invisible
as it stuck out for all to see
 
Sometimes, others just don’t see us
the way we see ourselves
in our playing big or small
Father Peacock

Father Peacock

An Old Line Getting Older

The original pen sketch was done in an old (1990) sketchbook. There’s always been something about this piece that appealed to some of my senses. I have several times photocopied it and then colored it with crayons or colored pencils.  I decided to update it electronically by adding the element of digital color.  Still makes me laugh.

Transformation

Transformation

Begin again

In transition, in the process of transformation. I wonder often if there will ever be a time when I am not in the midst of some change. I recognized that there is either life/growth/change or there is death/shriveling/change and that there does seem to be at least one thing in common to both. Today’s formula:  love=change. I just this moment realized that this is formulaic work. Probably, in another moment or two, I will realize that it is not. Even my realizations change on a momentary basis.