it's gonna rain . . . all day

the sun hovering in the fluff . . . .  it's gonna rain!

energy

all kinds of crazy

grab-it-while-you-can

energy

was flying around in the skies above

and in the skies of my mind ....

tulips

potted tulips - 

the simplest and most wonderful splash of spring colour inside, 

when there isn't much colour outside!

riding it out . . .

hovering between nothingness and eternity . . . a seagull rides out another wintry storm . . .

pavement art (2)

i used to be a real admirer of victor vasarely's art . . . . on my way home i noticed these little frost heaves were somehow magically free of the ice and snow that fell all day long . . .
they reminded me of victor's work . . .

pavement art

the recent ice storm created some really lovely scenes that looked almost as if they were graphite pencil renderings . . . .

the wind cries mary

the wind cries mary    jimi . . . .

everything returns

everything returns . . . sometimes beautifully, gracefully even.

spring skies

a finished painting . . .

down near the ground

fungi ... in the ganaraska forest . . .

vernal equinox

March Equinox in Peterborough, Ontario, Canada is on
Sunday, March 20, 2016 at 12:30 AM EDT

Jon Hassell - Vernal Equinox

brave signs

even as it snowed this morning, these brave signs of the coming good poked their green heads above ground for a look-see . . .

looking down my street

a glorious afternoon . . . way high above there's a cobalt blue sky . . .

crossing the london street bridge in mid-march . . .

the other side of the river

a bit of a grey day outside

so i stayed in and painted, made great food and spent time with my sweetheart . . .

the sky

the sky a few days ago - just before the march break holiday started . . .

shift

i love the detail, the sensuality of winter. 

but i am also loving the sudden shift into warmer weather . . . 

seeing out the ice

"His feathers glowed brilliant white now,
and his wings were smooth and perfect as sheets of polished silver."

"jonathan livingston seagull"           richard bach

the fingers of spring

are reaching back very early this year to draw us all forward and out of the winter grey-scale . . .

the last of the ice

well maybe . . . if you love old glass then this is your most lucky time as the ice that is left is so much like glorious ripply wavy old glass . . . .

i have no doubt

i have no doubt that the beauties of winter are leaving us . . .

i came across this conglomeration of ice chunks at a curve in the river . . .

and as i worked around it, i noticed this beautiful little solitaire of ice parked on top . . . chance? coincidence?

nope. i think not . . . .

so lucky!

now that i get to bike in to school every day, my morning can include time for painting . . . oh i am so very very lucky!!!

little icicles

the view from my daughter's room . . .

candle light

crossing the bridge in late winter

the view from the pedestrian bridge . . . looking down into the chilly march waters of the otonabee river . . .

along the wires

i love when the late sun catches the overhead wires ever so slightly and makes them shine . . .

mostly grey scale

walking in this morning . . . mostly grey-scale, but the local star was doing its very very best to bust through or burn off the cloud cover . . .

ice toes

riverside stillness

slowing down to let in some riverside stillness . . .