Halloween 2017

The sun was shining and I was out and about to look at it. Quick stop at Bucky’s Bagels in New Lebanon for an egg salad on pumpernickel to go, and to find out that next week they start with Tuesday Turkey Dinners! Woot! Then a swing by Stewart’s for gas for the fiat and some coffee for me. Then off to The Clark.

They’re in between special exhibits and I’ll be going back soon to look at The Impressionist LineFrom Degas to Toulouse-Lautrec (November 5, 2017–January 7, 2018) and then in February, I’ll be back to see Drawn to Greatness, Master Drawings from the Thaw Collection (February 3–April 22, 2018).

But today, I was propelled by the notion that soon enough it will be mighty hard if not impossible to stand outside and paint. Not sure what will happen then. Hmmmm. Here are my photos of the day. You can see my watercolor album here.

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Then it was home and doing some laundry, some yummy leftovers for dinner and in about 45 minutes, the start of NaNoWriMo!

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Labor Day Time Spent

I did run the vacuum a little today but I also dabbled here and there and finally headed out to the local pond to catch some light before the moon came up. First tonight’s sketch – not at all intended to be complete. I’m trying to get myself to work on putting down quick colors and values to help remember what the scene was like.

This from yesterday, earlier in the day.

I gotta say that I love my little fold-up chair but you gotta really love a picnic table when you’re setting up for a quick paint. And for September 4, Labor Day 2017, a lot of color starting to show on the trees and below, all that goldenrod.

Thursday into Friday

The Eve of NaNoWriMo (aka Halloween)

Yup, it’s that time again when words fly, charts grow, pencils get gnawed, and a writer’s mind turns to – well, how can I get 1667 words down today?

I was off today and I set myself some chores to do. I cut down part of a tree using my new reciprocating saw (battery-powered no less! I had a nice coat of sawdust!) and put down the last storm windows and even threw a load of wash in. I fiddled with my monopod/walking stick (still too big to go in the main suitcase) and then the smaller tripod (yes, the quick release head will go on it but it could use a washer underneath it).

Then Mom and I agreed that dinner and The Voice would be a good way to spend the evening so that’s just what we did. Then I went off to join the other WriMo’s at Denny’s. They were running pre-NaNoWriMo sprints so I fiddled with photos and now I’m doing a pre-midnight blog entry.

Earlier today before all the chores and stuff, I took a detour and saw things like this:

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Click here for the other few photos.

Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure whether they have it till the test comes. And those having it in one test never know for sure if they will have it when the next test comes. — Carl Sandburg

Living in a Box of Paints

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Click here for whole watercolor album on Flickr.

The View and the Words

Not as in spring when flowers, pulled upward,
fill the yard, cherries spilling without thrift
In an October morning, the hillside
having spooned with a cold night or two,
begins to shed her green cloaking, slowly
stored sunlight bursting out all red and gold
flaming against the pthalo pines and clear sky.
the sap green vanishes
in one frost, maybe two
with sudden glad review of summer spent
the green of spring stowed back safe
to rise again from sleeping roots in May
Now teased by wind, bright leaves chatter goodbyes
skittering frogs, piling at fences
while winter prayerful bides in grey again.