Walk at Rachel Carson Preserve (Photos)
My hand gravitates to pointillism, and the dots and dashes and stripes of new buds and leaves fascinate me, and are great photo references for painting.
My hand gravitates to pointillism, and the dots and dashes and stripes of new buds and leaves fascinate me, and are great photo references for painting.
How exalting it is to meet the joy of life with appreciation and humble thankfulness.
I yearn to amplify and articulate them…
I hope you too are growing this spring, like a watered garden unfolding and stretching in the sun!
Poems are rough notations for the music we are.
I’m still walking in the same place seeing nuances of the season everywhere, particularly attracted to reflections, blue shadows, composition, and abstract vignettes.
At first, I thought of it literally about the days getting longer as spring approaches, but while I was painting, I came to see that it is also about “lengthening our days” in the longevity sense.
This soup is easy, nurturing, satisfying, gently subtle, and all out delicious. This will be my new go-to scape recipe.
What secret purple wisdom tells the iris edges to unfold in frills?
I wish I could show you the astonishing light of your own being.
See my photos in this post of my local rambles that make me whole and able to do everything else.
Spring brings hope, casting aside emptiness in favor of receptivity.
See my photos here of Ridgefield 245 years after the revolution, with some of the same trees and houses, on a glorious day with leaves popping out and flowers festooning every nook and cranny.