Here Comes The Sun

What a pleasure to be out in the sun today. Tonight was a bit windy. And, I realized that the reason for using the pochade box/tripod is so I’m not uncomfortably juggling everything on my lap/the ground/the car/etc. Oh yeah. I wasn’t trying to be lighter or anything, just done too much car-painting I guess and got out of practice. I did use my folding chair today though.

Working without a net or tripod

Here Comes The Sun

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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

That Bright Shiny Thing…

in the sky… what was that?

That was yesterday. Today, it wasn’t raining but there was no sun, and since I was off I got out there and tried some painting.

And then it rained some more.

So I came home and drew a couple things for the online people-drawing class.

That Bright Shiny Thing…

May Day 2019

I got up and – ME – I had a conference call! The times they are a changin’ folks!

And then I got up and out and headed off to replace some common toiletries and drugs that I’d either run out of or which had expired in some degree. I don’t care too much about hard dates on those but I’m a reasonable person. Also, like my travel deodorant just fell apart… I got no explanation for stuff like that. And it’s pollen season and I really needed more claratin etc etc.

Then I stopped to paint. I was pulled pretty far off route 20 and after awhile a Fucillo parts delivery van pulled up along side me, the driver gesturing to find out if I was ok. I gave him the thumbs up and held up my in-progress painting, which now looks like this:

May Day 2019

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Thirty

There may be one more. Or not. This was started in the wee-small hours. I appreciate all the visitors and all the poems that were shared by the April poets!

The Last before May

Why, April,
are you so fickle?
holding back words
pelting down rain
and even snow
You’ve teased and
tossed your head
and now trees are
clouds, rolling waves
upon the hills
now green again.
But you, you dance
and sing
and wave
and go again.

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Thirty

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Eight

a day arrives when
ordinary and mundane
aren’t on the agenda
I put out my hand to you
and we’re strong
for each other.

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Eight

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Six

This still needs some tumbling but here it goes for now:

April’s heavy clouds,
oppose fluorescent maples
bright yellow willows
with sun or no
the trees
above rich greens
first sparks
no heat yet
a welcome light

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Six