NaPoWriMo – Day Fourteen

Busy day doing not much of anything and I’m trying to work with the NaPoWriMo prompt and now I’ve forgotten what it was really all about…

You’ve taken that quiz: what x number of
people living or dead would you dine with,
if you could choose? Classic conundrum.
The answers are wide-ranging, the reasons
personal and predictable, but for
me — give me a table full of folks who
call New England home. Set a place for them:
Emily, Robert, Norman, HDT,
Mary O, Winslow, and John Sargent too.
Billy Collins, (New York, but close enough)
We’d gladly pass potatoes and the night.
What would we talk about? Weather, of course
and love, death and happiness and all things
under that changeable New England sky.

Why these people, you and others may ask?
I like them for their New England natures
They speak their truth and let it surprise you
without too much fanciness. No big fuss.
I like things conversational, and so
like our dinner, simple and to the point.
Twist optional but appreciated.
I tire of the endless highfaluting.
Speak to me simply – what you saw and why
Show me what it did to you that morning
or how the light passed while you watched it go
how birds flew rising and falling like waves
Tell me in plain language how it changed you
all that light, all that living, all those days.

And I’m pretty sure I could tell these folks all about my re-entry into the world of vermiculture and how today I prepared for that.

We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give. — Winston Churchill

NaPoWriMo – Day Fourteen

NaPoWriMo – Day Eight

Rainy and sunny. Another spring in New England Day. Daffodils and cold. Like many, I’m having to work at the big question: what day is it?

Outside, it’s raining
and so I go, so
my whole face is wet.
My shoulders ache
they pull me over, down
and I am just —
I am the rain
bent over a cold ground.
Later when it clears
an hour or two to wonder,
why is this so hard,
why is this so beautiful?
Standing in the sky’s
presence with clouds,
In this gentle courtyard,
I ask my questions,
the ones at my feet.
The horizon whispers
what of tomorrow?

From the Quote Box:

I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by conscious endeavor. — Henry David Thoreau

NaPoWriMo – Day Eight

Happy New Year!

It was thirty-three degrees Fahrenheit and not-quite-raining out as I went outside to see the new year just now. I opened the door to let the old year out and the new yer in and then, as is my own tradition, I stepped out to see what the year and the night held. Only some muffled fireworks could be heard and a little wind through the trees.

The house was feeling nice and warm afterwards and my even warmer bed awaits.

All the best to all my family and friends out there in the world. Find good things and fun things and important things in the coming year!

Dream as if you’ll live forever. Live as if you’ll die today.
— James Dean

And may all your colors be genuine in 2020!

Happy New Year!

Friday Ends

Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.
Barter, Sara Teasdale

The moment one gives a close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world unto itself.
— Henry Miller

Friday Ends

World Watercolor Month Day #16, evening

Tonight was the last of six classes with Tony Conner of Bennington VT at the Arts Center of the Capital Region in Troy NY. Tonight we started inside, had a great demo of painting sunsets and then moved outside to do just that. And boy, Mother Nature did not disappoint. It might not have been a technicolor dream of a sunset but it was a fabulous array of clouds and beautifully subtle colors. You could feel the rain approaching but it held off until we were heading to our cars. Poured and lightning for a few miles and then clear enough to enjoy a full moon.

It was a great class again with Tony and I enjoyed my classmates too. I don’t do much urban painting so that was good for me too. I tend to like my buildings without windows – sort of like faceless amish dolls, LOL. Tonight I plopped windows into a painting started last week just to say I could.

This rapidly expanding cloud was too fast for me. I took photos for reference and finally just put in the buildings quick below.

Art is our memory of love. The most an artist can do through their work is say, let me show you what I have seen, what I have loved, and perhaps you will see it and love it too. — Annie Bevan

These were the photos I took outside.

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World Watercolor Month Day #16, evening

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Two

In the palette, the paint puddles,
ultramarine and sienna to make
a pool of clouds waiting
to float across the paper
dense and wind-feathered
The sky always comes first
the blue, not matter the shade,
brushed in where there are no clouds
and then the shadows and
water-filled density of them.
My teacher’s voice whispers
‘a little light red or yellow
to show the light’ and I agree
When all goes well my heart
rises up with the courage
to lay down the horizon line.

My first study of the Hudson as seen from Rensselaer, last night. Takes a bit to understand how it all fits together.

Clouds as I was leaving work tonight. A passing couple apparently thought – yup there’s a crazy lady taking pictures of the clouds.

It is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who live after may have clean earth to till. What weather they shall have is not ours to rule.
— J.R.R. Tolkien

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Two

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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From the quote box

How will I ever get into the Metropolitan Museum of Art? the aspiring young artist asked a great teacher. “You can either take the Fifth Avenue bus to 81st Street,” said the teacher, “or work hard, be inspired, wait 20 years, and have them come to you.

— Leonard and Thelma Spinrad

From the quote box was originally published on

Here and There

Things seen here and there tonight in New Lebanon as the gloaming came on.

Those who are waiting for an epiphany to strike may wait forever. The artist simply goes to work, making art, both good and not so good. — Chuck Close

Here and There was originally published on

A Late Paint

From Kristy’s Barn in Castleton/Schodack.

Hope you all go out and look at that moon, too!

Took some nice photos of the sunset after this. It was good to go out and look at the sky. I managed to buy a smaller and a larger rigger brush today – the latter is more like a long bodied round brush and is very nice to use as a small brush. And some Winsor Blue (red) and a second small tube of Turner Yellow… and some paper… because they had full sheets of the same paper as in the sketchbook shown above… Sorry. Not Sorry.

I hope to do it better in time. I myself am very far from satisfied with this but, well, getting better must come through doing it and through trying.
— Vincent van Gogh

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