Perched I identify,
calling to her, kear, kear, kear!
Redtail hawk mating.
spring
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…
Spring seranade…
Standing, silently, oh!
There, starts now a song of spring.
Spring peepers singing.
Heart fire
Ere now your soft lips,
Lilac with heart of fire, inflame me.
First spring flower
Leak
Spring has sprung a leak!
Winter precipitation,
Thermostat needs a tweak.
Fridays Art: Winter Pool
Winter painting is always a challenge so most of this was done back in the studio. Colors can be a surprising thing in nature. The black roof that’s white in bright sunlight, this pool of water that is so cold it’s black. Sketch book and camera, back to warm truck, finish in studio. And here we are the end of March, into Spring, and the weather peeps are predicting snow.
Wanting
Secretly I have been
watching you, wanting you to start.
Watching me too.
Dreams…
Shattered windshield
shattered dreams of spring and…
Oh, spring morning frost
Fridays Art: Sunday’s Child
Sunday’s Child, watercolor, private collection, was one of those serendipitous moments on a sketching day in early spring when I was exploring an old mansion and its grounds. There were two formal walled gardens. I turned into one and there was the perfect picture. A moment of life frozen in time.
Sentinel…
On snowy salt-marsh reed,
a lone redwing blackbird clings;
Sentinel of Spring
Haiku Journey 