The Light at the End of Day

Which comes pretty darn early now. These clouds were amazing. Taken in Stockbridge and West Stockbridge on the way home from the figure studio.

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The Light at the End of Day

September Morning Treats

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Spiders and the oxalis are still hanging on (click above for more images via flickr). The deer are munching on the hostas.

The other morning this was my pre-drive view:

September Morning Treats

Painting in the Rain

That’s what the first part of yesterday was all about. This morning has stopped raining for the moment so I guess I’m heading back out there.

And then the vultures came.

Painting in the Rain

Today’s Paint Outings

I took a few side roads today and saw a lot of interesting things and a lot of wildlife!

This afternoon the clouds were quite interesting so I did get a couple paintings done.

For some more photos:

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NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Nine

I’m late today. I’ve spent a couple days with Mom and doing things a little off the path of normal. All is well, and I’m glad for everything. Rained hard just as I arrived home and I set the re-potted plants outside to imbibe. When it let up I went out to look at clouds and found the blue heron was building a nest, there was a pair of common mergansers and a bunch of noisy geese at a nearby pond. So I sat and painted a bit. Now here I am with today’s poem.

One cup in the sink
a spoon on the table
books in a jumble
alongside the bed
an assemblage of
sheets and blankets
pulled up over
irregular pillows
a shoe by the door
half-full cat’s bowl
trash at the curb
lights on auto
shrine silence
remembrance echoing
door opens
door closes again.

Risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
— Leo Buscaglia

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Looking for Something to Paint

Note to self: I like snow. No, really. And except for the extreme heat, I’m good with summer. Definitely OK with spring. Find it hard to deal with that March to Early April gray-brown-ness. Bleah. So travel somewhere closer to spring in March or stay indoors!

Came across this pond in West Stockbridge and painted while watching the two resident white swans chase any other bird that came along, both Canadian Geese and Heron.

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Night Visitors (and day)