Today was warm, sort of. The morning was a write off. I drove over to New Lebanon and stopped at Hand Hollow. Things looked brown and green seemed far off even thouogh it’s *right there* – so close. Not yet. … Continue reading →
I took myself out to look at the clouds and hills today. Somedays that’s harder to do than others, so today it took a push. And another push to retrieve the paint stuff all the way from the back seat … Continue reading →
Painting while the car shakes I knew it wasn’t warm and sunny when I headed out to paint But it was sunny at least and there were clouds flying I thought I’d check on the great blue heron’s nest and … Continue reading →
I went outside to sit with the daffodils today. It may snow. That’s right. It may snow. Won’t be the first time the daffodils have been beaten down in their glory but it seemed a good idea to sit with … Continue reading →
Feels like forgiveness Sitting here in the sun painting the waves of daffodils The ones who survived the snow a few days ago, bent, now standing. You can’t tell them from those more newly bloomed. And more to come. I … Continue reading →
A hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life depend on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving.
