…took the long rambling way back home, stopping a few times to take more photos. Got home and did this, which really didn’t look like any of the clouds specifically but the landscape was pretty close, what there was of it. Continue reading →
I went out this morning thinking to paint at Hand Hollow. I stopped and finished my coffee there but it was too hot to paint. Listened to the birds awhile and then went home and painted from my porch. I had my bubba packed with ice and a cool beverage. Continue reading →
Maybe minimalism should be the byword for next month? Continue reading →
The light is gone. I may have overdone on pasta. I went out on the porch to catch the last hummingbirds, listen to birds and visit with the plants. Now that they’re in their summer homes, sometimes they look like they’re visiting each other. Continue reading →
Full of bird song •
The morning flutters along •
So many drunk bees
By the still birdbath •
A dandelion bends down •
Under one bee’s weight Continue reading →
Writing is easy. All you have to do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.
