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 paint
while watching them stacking what
look like twigs but are much bigger
Passed two turkeys on the way
just hanging out in someone’s yard,
two ne’er-do-wells up to something.
Pulled into the lot just one other car.
The nest was tall with new sticks
bright in the binoculars while
a maple and I huddled against the gusts.
I got back in the car, a safe studio
to set up paper and paint and brushes,
laughing above the whistling, while
the wind rearranged my composition
over and over, bumping my elbow
like I wouldn’t notice at all.
Who can paint the wind?
April’s clouds flying away
beautiful kites.
And tonight’s helper, Harry.
Lovely words and art and helper. :)
Lovely!