Past the Ides of August

I’ve been sending out a poem a day. None on Sunday, two on Monday. Every day a poem. Which is, for me, what August Poetry Postcard Fest is all about – the dailiness which gets you into the habit of sitting down and being ready for the muse.

Today though, I went out hoping to paint. It was brutally hot and humid. I stopped to look at the field of sunflowers I’d looked at last evening. Then I stopped to get some cut sunflowers and find out if that field was part of their plantings. Nope! So I will have to find out who, hoping to get permission to walk in and look at them from the other side.

Shy sunflowers

Also seen: the purpose of a long-in-progress cement base and wood structure was revealed at the New Lebanon Town Park where a cupola now resides. No marker yet to say where it came from. Looks like great housing for bats!

Past the Ides of August

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 30 for reals

It’s 45F and misting and foggy. Since I couldn’t sit out and paint, I went for a little spin with my coffee and camera. So this:

The world’s a-song
the morning close
as cloud to hill
the green unable
to contain

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 30 for reals

NaPoWriMo 2019: Day Three

I fetched potting soil and pots and plant food. I repotted oxalis (hope that works!) and tidied and fed three geraniums, two of whom fought their way through winter, along with one that has a bit of hope still. Pulled over to write this and then took the scenic route home.

I am friendless or
everyone is my friend,
I no longer know.
I once giggled,
telling made up secrets
but now there’s no one to
come sharing fears or
carefully taking mine
in both hands.
The land is brown,
the trees empty, waiting out
the end of winter
In a month I’ll be decrying
how impossible the many greens,
so today – thank you trees
for bravely showing me
your strong dark selves
holding up your arms
against the barely warm sky.
Thank you for gathering up
my whispered truths
and staying put.

NaPoWriMo 2019: Day Three was originally published on

Patience is Needed

I’m trying a local scene that has some deep shadowy colors and some glowy things. So, I’m going slow, building up some thin layers of paint. This calls for a lot of twiddling your thumbs while things dry. Anyway, here’s where I had to stop tonight because it just had to dry completely and there will be at least one more big pause for drying before it’s done. We shall see.

I find hope in the darkest of days, and focus in the brightest. I do not judge the universe.
— Dalai Lama

Patience is Needed was originally published on

Another barn seen today

Maybe not as pretty as that red one but it was still worth a look!

January Almost Gone

Been a little too cold around here to paint outside much. Even today which touched above freezing was really too cold to just sit somewhere and try to get something done while everything freezes. Today I did get some reference photos and tried one of a scene that I’ve admired for awhile. I’ll need to go back on a sunny morning because it just shines.

This was a recent very cold morning.

And about a week ago, another collection of barns and sheds.