Sunday, January 24, 2010

One Single Impression -- Sunny Days



sunshine on the far hill
edging down, lighting the woods
at last hits our yard.

©sgreerpitt
Sunday January 24, 2010



For more poems on the theme "sunny days" see One Single Impression.

Photo from this winter's first snow December 6, 2009

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Sunday, January 17, 2010

One Single Impression -- Chaos






a pattern exists
invisible to humans
who see only chaos.


©sgreerpitt
January 17, 2010

For other poems on this theme see One Single Impression.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

on driving home at sunset


sunset clouds of rosy hue
part for brilliant beams
that kindle fire
on wooded hills
a golden blaze all light.

©sgreerpitt
January 16, 2010



The lines came to me while driving home yesterday. The photos come from a month ago. The lower photo is out of focus, but it captured the color so much better than the ones that were in focus! I'm an artist so damn the rules.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

spying on the porch feeder

Finally found a way to get some photographs without disturbing the birds. Melted a small area of the thick ice on the storm door, then sat just behind a crack in the door and shot pictures through the cleared area -- hence the streaks.

Today's visitors are mostly cardinals and finches. I've long debated whether these are purple finches or house finches. Their bodies are more like house finches, but their beaks are more like purple finches. If there is anyone out there with the definitive answer I'd love to know.




There's also been a few chickadees and tufted tit-mice.

Friday, January 1, 2010

starting the new year right


It is said that what you do on New Year's Day is what you will be doing for the rest of the year. So with that in mind I decided that I ought to spend part of the day working on a painting that I'd been thinking about for months.

One of the things that I did with the money I got for painting the mural was purchase an easel from Dick Blick. Lack of an easel has always been one of the obstacles standing between me and painting. But even though I got the easel in August, I hadn't done any painting since I finished the mural Labor Day Weekend. There always seemed like there was something else that was more urgent.

It's hard to remember that some things that aren't urgent are actually more important than the urgent things. Urgency often comes from other people, while importance comes from within us.

I have a lovely little snap shot of my husband John snoozing with Rosie dog and felt that it would make a good painting. So I started this at about noon, and what you see is about three hours worth of work. I have quite a bit more work to do on Rosie dog and John needs his glasses (yes he was sleeping with them on) and his watch.