From January; a trip to Baltimore. (BUS POETRY!) Through the bus window, out of New York. Barren scores of urban cliffs— cloaked in winter trees (their unexpected softness, out-of-focus)— look like lost castles through spectacles designed for looking at things close-to. Dried drops on the wide panes from another rain lend the highway a cold… Continue reading Been awhile.
Tag: winter
Duchy & Vole
This is what happens when I watch Project Runway. Yesterday’s sort of gusting W I N D throws some of the apartment’s weaknesses into high relief; an embarrassing semblance of outdated aluminum-framed windows in the kitchen, and utter lack of insulation in the outhouse—er, bathroom. The place is downright chilly on such days. This time… Continue reading Duchy & Vole
A farewell to winter
I skipped February altogether here. I'll attempt to make up for that this month. Above is a small painted tripdych I did last month; oil on cedar shingles. We had so little snow this year, such a mild winter. That took none of the enjoyment out of a 6-day trip to Mexico– to the Yucatan… Continue reading A farewell to winter
Shifts.
The past two weeks have been strange and difficult in some ways. On the one hand, I've found it easier than I expected to be a non-smoker, and my wounds from last week are nearly healed. On the other hand, I've found it difficult to concentrate, or maybe to care, to be interested in, all… Continue reading Shifts.
Record snowfall in January
Some scenes from the snowfall last night. Today is a snow day in New York City– all schools closed, bus service was suspended this morning to allow room for plows (I think service is slowly returning). It's really not all that deep, particularly compared to the big storm on the 27th, but it is a… Continue reading Record snowfall in January
When in doubt, keep things simple
Ninth day of the new year, but it still feels like maybe only the third to me. Wrestling with thoughts when, perhaps, I shouldn't be thinking so much. S i m p l i f y . Rob Cham wisely sums up the conundrum. Studio practice. An artists' phrase, but the same idea applies to… Continue reading When in doubt, keep things simple
Mendon Ponds Park
Feeding the friendly chickadees. They are fearless and hungry for sunflower seeds! Great day for sledding! (Also very familiar to that ink drawing I did a few days prior...) photos taken on December 27, 2010
Those balmy 53ºf days? Gone.
Sneak peeks of the latest drypoint print on the rack, "A Winter find" December has reclaimed winter– what November seemed ill-inclined to do, with its many mild days. So the latest work of engraving in plastic arrives in time to herald the coming of snow. When dried and pressed flat, these will be finished off… Continue reading Those balmy 53ºf days? Gone.
prosaic
1. characteristic of prose as distinguished from poetry 2. everyday, ordinary A combination of the two might comprise a life without poetry. Not in the sense of poems in books, you know, but poetry in the larger sense– the poetry of dreams, of big ideas and grand plans; of believing in something, of following one's… Continue reading prosaic
three day weekend
A Monday has dawned half-sunny in mid February– President's Day Weekend. Tumultuous and mild, abstractions arising out of the long winter– cabin fever reaches its peak, and winter makes madmen of us all. I've been feeling a little at loose ends and wondering again what I'm going to be when I grow up. Springtime has… Continue reading three day weekend
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