vanilla sunlight and meltwater

walking home ... 

vanilla sunlight cradled in the many fingers of a kind tree . . . 

meltwater on the river holding the reflections of the trees on the other side . . . 

let the light fall

let the light fall.

like polished bronze.

this leaf

this little leaf. 

sitting on the ice.

late january.

the river

walking home, looking across the river, and thinking ... 

"oh man, she is such a better artist than i ever will be!"

nodes . . .

"you and i can turn and look

at the silent river and wait. we know

the current is there, hidden; and there

are comings and goings from miles away

that hold the stillness exactly before us."

william stafford

meltiness

walking in. meltiness and street lights . . . .

finished work

this painting emerged over the course of the last month . . .
i thought you might like to see the finished piece . . . .

shoreline ice

time beside the river . . .

the silence of silences

inside a so very still moment beside the river this morning .....

"Here is the silence of silences

Which dreams of becoming a sound, and the sound

Which will perfect itself in silence."

conrad aiken

one last brush stroke

walking home.

early evening mid-january. 

one last brush stroke of colour from the sun.

me, watching the light fade and firing thanks out for everything . . . . .

this little space

when i stop to focus my eyes and camera on a tiny space like this, i'm drawn to consider the many places and experiences that the water making up this gathering of crystals has been . . . . 

missed the duck meeting . . .

the morning meeting was well and truly done by the time i crossed the bridge . . .

on the corner

standing on the corner watching the sun pass behind cloudbanks ...

the light!

crossing the river . . .

a foggy walk in

a rainy walk home

rain and meltwater pouring down benson street hill as i walk home . . .

crossing the bridge

looking down at the river,.

the ice is melting back a tad . . . . 

old stone, new snow

looking across the river

walking in

almost home

this tree is lit through the winter . . . it's at the top of a little hill that i climb at the end of my hour-long walk home from school . . . . it's like a welcoming beacon . . . .

in the winter i look for light . . .

current work (4)

current work (3)

close to the ground

rose hips in winter . . . .

still . life

said the river

“Said the river: imagine everything you can imagine, then keep on going.” 

 Mary Oliver

current work (2)

current work

into the new year working on a painting that will be part of my show in june . . .

happy new year!