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

World Watercolor Month Day #28 and Yesterday

Last night, Mom and I saw this, reflecting the late evening sky at Naumkeag, Stockbridge Mass..

And when night came it danced with fireflies.

Tonight the late sky looked like this:

And I painted this:

My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who reveals himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind.
— Albert Einstein

World Watercolor Month Day #28 and Yesterday

Happy World Watercolor Month!

I try to paint as often as I can so you don’t have to ask twice to interest me in World Watercolor Month. Paint everyday? In watercolor? Sure thing!

I set out this morning not knowing what I might paint but I stopped at the Hand Hollow Conservation area to sip my morning coffee and nibble a sort of brunch-ish sandwich and got to watch some Columbia Land Conservancy folks clean up some weeds from the pond.

By then my brunch-ish thing had worn off so I got some dinner and swung over to Rte 150 in Schodack to see what the light was doing on all those buildings.

Happy World Watercolor Month!

Blooming!

Everything’s very green but this week the peonies and early day lily Stella D’Ora are blooming! And one of my winter-overed geraniums is going to bloom soon enough – lots of flower buds forming!

Blooming!

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

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Fifteen

One of the more recent changes in the world…

While I’m talking,
your eyes, lowered,
never look at me.
I’m not sure you
are listening at all
but you occasionally nod.
At me? I’m uncertain.
You speak but not to me
your lips reciting
what your fingers send.
Is there etiquette
I should follow here,
like waiting twenty
minutes for a professor?
I don’t know and so
I wait for the return
of conversation.

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Fifteen was originally published on

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 11

Seemed like something worth from the news. I’ve been taking a break from my duties as twitter/news aggregator, but this was great on a whole new order.

How can something be revealed
that cannot be seen, something
seen only from the corner
of a skeptical eye, guessed at?
To pull back the curtain
with gravitas so great
takes massive faith
or machine unimagined
until yesterday,
patiently built with care,
the hand god-like bending
purpose toward the end
where all is magic
except for those who believe.

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 11 was originally published on