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John Quincy Adams is well but the house in which he lives at the present time is becoming dilapidated. It’s tottering on its foundations. Time and the seasons have nearly destroyed it. Its roof is pretty well worn out. Its walls are much shattered and tremble with every wind. I think John Quincy Adams will have to move out of it soon. But he himself is quite well, quite well. 1848
— John Quincy Adams 1767–1848The Cat Cam
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Past the Ides of August
I’ve been sending out a poem a day. None on Sunday, two on Monday. Every day a poem. Which is, for me, what August Poetry Postcard Fest is all about – the dailiness which gets you into the habit of … Continue reading
A Late Paint
From Kristy’s Barn in Castleton/Schodack. Hope you all go out and look at that moon, too! Took some nice photos of the sunset after this. It was good to go out and look at the sky. I managed to buy … Continue reading
Posted in Do the Work, From the Quote Box, In the neighborhood, sunsets, taking time to look, the creative process, VanGogh, watercolor
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Being An Artist and Why Moms Rock
some of these things I have been figuring out on my own and they’re true! Continue reading
Posted in Do the Work, en plein air, note to self, taking time to look, the creative process, VanGogh, watercolor
Tagged artist, dothework, process, watercolor
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Day Twenty-two, NaPoWriMo
Letter from V. Another letter from V. He’s out and about in the town And sends a drawing of the bridge Describing the jay blue sky Arcing above the locals passing in their work Ignorant of the red And gold … Continue reading
Posted in Art in the world, deadline, Do the Work, NaPoWriMo, Poetry and Lyrics, the creative process, VanGogh
Tagged clarkart, NaPoWriMo, poetry, process, VanGogh
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Day Nineteen, NaPoWriMo
Deep in snow, walking with cold. •
The shining air, stirring around the trees Continue reading