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.

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Things Seen While Wandering

Along the road into Papscanee Preserve.

Some of the corn near here had small ears despite not being very tall.

Stopping at the library, the grocery store, the sunset

I stopped at the library tonight to drop off some magazines I was trying to clear out. Hopefully someone will be thrilled to look through them, cut them up etc. I stopped at the grocery store under the premise that having some food in the house would be good. And I stopped at Kristy’s Barn to see the sunset. I’d already seen some lovely rays in the grocery parking lot.

I’m a big believer in mostly enjoying the view and snapping photos also but what the heck I even pulled out the tripod.

Here’s a Flickr Album with all the unedited photos:

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A Trio of Mid-June Flowers

There’s a trio of photos waiting for you in this flickr album

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Friday, trying. I’m trying. And why

If you recall, my motto is Practice, Persistence, Beauty. In that spirit I got myself out of the house, put a coffee and breakfast sandwich in my hand and splattered paint on paper for a short while before work. My goal – don’t be saying a few years from now – wish I’d used my paints…

When you set a timer because you really need to pack up and leave by a particular time, it puts what you’re doing in a different light – will not be finished, will not be perfect, what am I doing, sketch, darks, shadows, lights, what’s in the frame…

I got a little distracted by an oriole and some territorial canadian geese with a handful of goslings and maybe a fox sparrow and could that be some sort of warbler up there but despite it all some paint ended up on the paper and then I went to the other work.

Tonight’s View

waiting for this to dry.

Integrity is the essence of everything successful. — Buckminster Fuller

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-eight

Tonight, everything seemed to have changed to green

The Green Party

Suddenly the world is green
and it will be greener still
for days the woods have hung
out lace and put on blush
festooned birches with tassels
this morning a few green shrubs
tonight green everywhere!
tonight the owls and peepers party!