Weird Memories Found

I have a weird childhood memory of going on a picnic with the Frezon grandparents and, no doubt, Aunt Marie and that we were in dark woods and at, not a stream, but a spillway. And over the years I’ve told myself that it was along the Black River which is up in Rensselaer County.

Today I didn’t explore all of Black River Road (although I did later go down, and by down I mean steeply down and often at right angle turns a road called Toad Point Road (aka County 88) which magically dumped me onto rte 22) but I did drive up to Cherry Plains State Park and voila, there was a spillway. It wasn’t so dark although if we walked into a bit of woods I think it would have been dark enough to remember.

11 July 2017 Cherry Plains, Hand Hollow//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js

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Wildlife seen en route

Saw this fellow, a yearling button buck today and he reminded me of the one that walked across I-90 Sunday night, slowing me to about 40 and slowing the three lanes of traffic behind me. I always wonder if the people behind me saw why I was blinking my brakes at them or just figured they better stop too. I took the added precaution of tooting my horn at the deer and it finally ambled to the median. Today’s deer was so very curious about a stopped car that I thought it would wander over and stick its head through the open window. It didn’t. It finally turned and sprang off, flag flying, to the next field where another deer was waiting.

Out Looking Around This Morning

My intention was to get up early, grab a coffee and go out and paint. The night-spirit was good intentioned but the morning-spirit was not so fast moving. I did get up and grab a coffee but by the time I was out there, there wasn’t a lot of time so I went back and took morning photos of an area I’d found recently and am thinking about painting. It’s called gathering reference material people. You can check out the still photos here on this Flickr album but I also took this short video. Hope you enjoy the water and birdies.

Tuesday out and around   

I took the long way back home this morning, enjoying the quiet road and the bright sun. There, a view was worth pulling over for got me taking photos and tonight I started this, but it has to dry.

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-three

Thirty-three degrees
Night rain glass beads on car door
Late April morning

Still dew illuminated
Fog flowing soft over hill
weighted by stillness

top step creaks with frost
Morning, chill fog expanding
gold floods the hillside.

hidden birds waiting
quiet hillside wrapped in fog
trees golden with sun

NaPoWriMo, Day Nineteen

Had this notion on the way to work about the color of the world seeping up toward the sky in spring but on the way home I saw my first of the wonderful white flowering shrubs that to me really speak to Spring’s official arrival.

After four, maybe five months of the sky
throwing down sifts and squalls and bucket loads
of snow and more snow and piling it up
in the normal fashion of New England
And it seems to many deeper and more
snow than it has to be to make a point.
Miraculously it all vanishes
but the woods stand brown and empty awhile.
The earth at last yields color to the world –
the new grasses shining in golden light
treetops pink and impossibly yellow
waiting for leaves to burst summery.
Shrub rows of white petals wind-tossed laughing
spring flecks falling across the joyous sky.

NaPoWriMo, Day Twelve

Haven’t you heard the effect of peepers zooming by in the night?

I wanted to write you words tonight
driving home from work, after a movie
but I watched the world instead.
The highway rolled by, familiar,
random red dots leading me on,
behind, beads strung across
the mirror, those urging me on.
In town, a sideview glance
confirmed the green as I passed.
Why do I always look?
Then miles more of two lane but
the old car’s rumblings can’t
conceal the Doppler waves of peepers
passing in the springtide.
In the dark driveway,
April uncertainty shrugged off by
Orion, he sits on the rim of the world
pondering his journey while I
fetch the mail and go inside.