Light and Clouds

Today I saw an impressive cloud stack to the north while I was driving home:

In my rear-view mirror I caught glimpses of the sun and clouds settling to a bright colorful show before sunset. All I could think was – hmmm that would be fun to do with paint! These photos were taken while pretty wet. Maybe there will be more to do when it’s all dry – we’ll see.

Snow Day

Today is my regular day off but turns out the world is pretty much closed today too. Colonie Center closed early and after letting people show up for work, Crossgates closed too. Must seriously be coming into the end times for that to happen.

Anyway, I’d gone and done regular grocery shopping yesterday. The shelves of Hannaford were pretty well stocked on a Monday morning but the aisles were filled with people I don’t normally encounter. Some were snow-panic buying but most were just a little… odd. Met two quilting friends along the aisles paid for my stuff and got out in time to have lunch with mom. Definitely able to stay the course and eat well at home. The liquor store was closed though due to water damage so there’s a wine shortage. oh no! No, it’s ok. Really.

Stopped at Staples who had no pink index cards but I got the nice young woman in the printing section to cut up a half-ream of card stock so I could send out pink postcards tomorrow. (the mail will be running right? neither rain nor snow nor dark of night???)

So far today I’ve shoveled once, trying to keep up with the plowed pile at the end of the driveway. Grateful for my OR gaiters that I’d gotten for my trip to Wales – keep the snow out and my legs warm!

Now I’m in for awhile, drinking hot tea and thinking about what to do next.

Morning

There is nothing like looking up and seeing a bald eagle fly over, (middle-bridge Brainard) gleaming in the bright morning light. 

Later in my commute I spotted a pileated woodpecker flying over I-90 west of exit 6. 

Behold! First Crocus!

I had just enough time to get the camera and take some pics before the wind started howling. Welcome in March! There are only a few species crocus that have put themselves into the front lawn. They’re tough birds but tiny – those are sunflower seeds around the one view. They last a few days and they’re gone.

View to the East

Looking to the east around here often looks something like this: close trees, distant hills (right now with that just coming into pinky-pre-budding color) and then sky. I’ll take it.

OK off to do some editing now on two projects.

Morning in March

Messing around on some paper scraps, sometimes stuff happens.

For The Quote Box

This is the greatest damn thing about the universe, that we can know so much, recognize so much, dissect, do everything, and we can’t grasp it. — Henry Miller

A Very Good Mail Day

Small box on front porch
inside reminders: freedom
hard won and maintained.

Thanks @WAMCradio for the tshirt and mug but mostly for being who you are – a strong center in a world that needs both news and arts. Also thanks for a World Peace Poetry postcard in the mail.

And according to one of those silly facebook quizzes, if you can’t find me, here’s where not to look (I’ll be the one wearing a First Amendment tshirt…)

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honour or observation. — Sir Walter Scott

So many books

not enough awake time…

And Just Like That, March Arrives

Yes I know it’s the third. Yes I know I’ve been rather quiet.

Had a bad cold-whatever which kept me home for a string of days, not good for much other than brewing tea, swilling day/nyquil and watching movies.

Spent February doing a postcard poetry thing – World Peace Postcards. I really enjoy the daily-ness of these months. The first few days might feel a little rusty or forced depending on how much I’ve been writing before the first day of the month, but each day gets easier. Sort of. There are still days when I resort to writing a haiku or three about something near at hand or a word combination overheard to see if that will lead to something else.

But, every night I get to go out to the mailbox, after marking off the list and scanning the cards going out (this time with a postcard each to my two US Senators). It’s a nice nightly ritual, a grand excuse for going out in the cold and looking at the stars or enjoying the snow etc.

The mailbox sometimes rewards me with the work of others – sometimes one card, sometimes a bunch. Sometimes it’s a little wish for peace, sometimes a take on a recent news event. I try not to get tied up in tallying how many arrive but being who I am, I dutifully check off the names of the senders on my month’s master list just as I mark that I’ve sent them a card and what photo/watercolor it was.

So I’m in it for the daily, the every day, the repetitive doing of the work because at the end, that’s what it’s all about, eh?

PS – I’ve spent the last few days doing some head-down, serious type editing, considering of poems I want to submit as a group. What a different way to look at things.