Walking the trail each morning is a good thing. Here are some scenes from there these past few days.
Bambi, his mom and Thumper having breakfast.
And this morning Thumper with another companion.
And those drawings a day with haiku.
A found wildflower
growing near the storage shed
perfect for drawing.
I think it must have
hurt the crow to lose this part
that keeps him aloft.
Feathers collected
over the last few daily
walks along the trail.
One feather, one leaf
and forty-five short minutes,
they are now captured.
I returned to the studio and looked over the mess at the pieces I started last year. Remember Sandy, Printmaker?
I just plain quit on the overly complex Sandy, Traveler. But yesterday it caught my eye and some ideas started formulating. So even though I have not moved it to a work space, I did start some adjusting. And started liking it again. Not just the memories of places traveled but the layering of different mediums to take it further. It was a good idea to come back.
These two are waiting for me to get the traveler finished so they, too, get a chance at my attention and intentions.
Sandy, Writer and Sandy, Homemaker.
When I finally finish all four I think they should be placed in individual large cloches. I did find a company that carries the large size that would be needed….19″ inside height and 12″ inside diameter.
Then when I get older I will have them lined up on a shelf across from my chair or bed and be able to say, “I used to be….”
And the shelf below them will hold all my travel journals and sketchbooks. And within reach will be, earth pigment watercolors, papers, brushes, pens, pencils, erasers and books and pads with blank pages. And some cloth and thread and needles. This sets the priorities for clearing things out.
And if I actually am in the final chapter of a really good book, I might as well make the most of it.
Today it is a look on the bright side.
With a keen awareness that some days are just going to be like this.
Til later.