morning skies

walking in under wonderful skies . . . .

a painting in process . . . .

when a painting emerges, it looks like this . . .
here's a so very teeny tiny 4" X 4" painting emerging as part of a set of four paintings for the art school of peterborough fundraiser . . . .

the finished painting will be posted sooner or later . . . . 

a walking day

this was a day for walking. 

"There are some good things to be said about walking. Not many, but some. Walking takes longer, for example, than any other known form of locomotion except crawling. Thus it stretches time and prolongs life. Life is already too short to waste on speed. I have a friend who's always in a hurry; he never gets anywhere. Walking makes the world much bigger and thus more interesting. You have time to observe the details." edward abbey

rain-soaked tree stump

a brittle quiet

the ice fish

raw and absolute

riding in this morning.

the air was thin and wild.

the sunlight, raw and absolute.

microcosm

riding in after a small rain.
the rain gathered in tiny little round puddles on the top of the fenceposts near the silver bean cafe . . . . .

i love tenacity

i love tenacity.
you know, the truly beautiful
life-affirming kind . . .

i love hope

i love hope,
you know,
the unreasonable kind.

stories from the past

i love stories from the past,
you know,
the reminding
eye-widening kind.

a distant copse

racing across the southern ontario landscape through a snowstorm . . .

the last day of winter

the last day of winter.
a puddle holds the moment in jackson park . . .

the holdout

the holdout . . . jackson creek just south of king street . . . .

a third piece

the third of a series of four small 4" X 4" paintings i am creating for a fundraiser for the art school of peterborough . . . .

footprints

“we come into this world in the waters and leave it in the winds”
omar khayyám

march 15th . . .

walking in to school this morning . . .
a very thin wind pressed its twenty below zero self against my face ....

the inexorable letting go . . .

winter still has a firm grasp on this part of the world . . .
but it's letting go . . . grudgingly . . .

current work

two small 4" X 4" paintings i have created for a fundraiser for the art school of peterborough . . . .

fumiko toda

these paintings . . . oh my how they inspire me!!!!   the work of fumiko toda  ....  

jackson creek in mid march

meeting

where dogwood meets the river in late winter . . .

the golden thread

i woke into this world filled with . . . well, a sort of general feeling of unhappiness . . . i've been here long enough to know that these days arrive, and yes, they go and if i'm lucky, i reattach my earthly self to the golden thread that's always available . . . the golden thread that upon very very close examination has words written on it . . . words like hope, trust, patience, beauty, goodness, forgiveness, care, kindness, and most especially beautifully written in a sweet looping script . . .
love . . . .

creekside

as the seasons overlap,
so does the water and the ice beside jackson creek . . .

magical . . .

cradled

close to the ground

in this little part

of this little part

of this world.

things are happening!

recede. reconfigure. reveal