The stretch from post holidays to about Easter is the hardest and the longest. This winter has been cold to me but unusually warm to everyone else, and I must admit that on my walks every other day, there have been more sing-alongs amongst the birds, busier squirrels, and more green patches along the way. But still the night comes too early and the spring renewal is far off….just out of reach.
The canvas is 1×3, with acrylics, pastels, collaged bits, charcoal pencil, and ink.
Summer is almost over.
Despite the heat it was beautiful….
The west coast, the Sierra Nevadas, the Bahamas
frogs, dragonflies, butterflies, birds
glassy water, crushed granite paths, cool grass,
picnic blankets, shy windchimes, frosty glasses of wine,
movie nights, slow mornings,
family & friends.
Although it’s time to put summer away and bring out autumn, here’s a collection of summer that I’ll keep around a while…
enormous pinecones from Cali, a Bahamian conch shell, stars, a perfect duck feather
They’re all too big for my art journal so they sit around the house….
until they just can’t compete with pumpkins, skeletons, and spider webs.
I spy with my little eye…
Scorching heat and Shastas all in the same day
Wilted roses. Like southern belles,
pretty as a picture no matter
A burst of sunshine…
actually three shrubs of them.
snap! crackle! pop!
My feet get a little gross in summer too
It’s the lure of the cold cold grass in the morning.
(Not bad for 102 degrees)