It’s the week after “opening day” and time to get out fishing. I never go on opening day, way too crowded, too many non-fishers making their only appearance of the year. Hey, not that I don’t like fishing with others but unless it’s in a canoe, or a boat, I’d rather not be within rod length of each other. Crossed and tangled lines, limited drift, poor etiquette, all sap the enjoyment from the outing. But this weekend? Time to wet a fly, see who,s coming to dinner…
Fun
Cause?
Why? I don’t know
Said the archer to the crow.
Maybe it’s just be caws.
Leaving…
leaving on a jet…
Oh yeah, someone used that.
Leaving Baltimore…
Fridays Art: Newport Sunday
At one time I thought I could be much more productive if I just took photos of scenes that I wanted to paint. So instead of sketching I’d just whip out the camera, frame, shoot and move up the road, path, etc. When I got the pictures back – oh yes, dating myself be admitting this was in the day of film and developing and printing photos – I knew when, and where, but couldn’t for the life of me see what it was that had attracted me to that scene as a potential painting. That never happened with sketching because by definitiion the sketch captured what need expressing.
So here’s a quick sketch from a Sunday in Newport, Rhode Island. So much worth capturing in Newport and it’s a great place to spend a day just wandering around. Mansions, Cliff Walk, 2nd Beach… On and on.
Leak
Spring has sprung a leak!
Winter precipitation,
Thermostat needs a tweak.
Memories…
Fortress battlements
’round chinaberry knights parade.
Boyhood dreams and play.
Dreams…
Shattered windshield
shattered dreams of spring and…
Oh, spring morning frost
Oh oh!
You love me loving you,
Real reality realization?
Who does love me , who?
Cherry blossom bed
In Sasebo ryokan
your soft caress heats the night.
Goose down quilt.

