Three a.m., mind racing,
thoughts of work, day, to-do’s, and
capture tools not near!
fun
for fun…
I threw out haikus,
at day’s end, just in play.
Just because I could.
Jumble
Impromptu renditions,
wild ramblings,
flights of fancy,
winged ideas
startling fantasies,
tumbling words,
wandering images,
fogged vistas,
tangible inspirations,
tactile vocabulary,
and…
This is my story!
Fly training
School was in session,
both trout and caster learning
from Marla’s lesson.
(Marla Blair’s FlyFishing Guide Service and Instruction at http://www.marlablair.com)
Trouting
Relaxing day fishing,
shot to hell while driving home,
in rush-hour traffic.
Fridays Art: Red Canoe
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…
Cause?
Why? I don’t know
Said the archer to the crow.
Maybe it’s just be caws.
Fridays Art: Miss Florence’s Garden
Florence Griswold made her home the home of America’s early impressionist painter. Today her home in Old Lyme, CT is open to the public. Dedicated volunteers have restored and keep up Miss Florence’s gardens. Stop by and visit.
Working here…
“Quality of work life has no quality without a life outside of work.” – Ray Hasson
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.
Haiku Journey 