1978. another day’s work done

chairs rest on tables
another day came and went
all’s left is cleanup 🦊❤️

 As we left the movie theater, the once bustling restaurants were closed and cleaning up from a long day’s work. It was a lonely sort of sight to see.   🦊❤️

1977. my olympic gold

just like younger days
the first to dig out my car
a big small victory 🦊❤️

In my younger days I prided myself on being the first one in the neighborhood to shovel out my driveway, and the driveways of older neighbors. Not much has changed in my old age… 🦊❤️
 

1976. a tree’s burden

 

a burden of white
shouldered by your strong branches
bouncing in the wind 🦊❤️

Upon waking up I looked out of my window and was awestruck by the  branches of a tree billowing with snow. Such strength by the tree. Such balance and grace by the snow. What excitement by the wind bouncing the snow covered branches.  What a show.  🦊❤️

1975. something new #6 (all done)

 


from paper and paste
tommy the cat’s been reborn
swear i heard him purr 🦊❤️

Well Tommy ala paper mache is done.  I swear he was purring as he sat near my faux wood stove as we watched weather reports on tomorrow’s impending snow.  He certainly had many years of contending with bitter snowy weather… no longer. 🦊❤️


1974. something new #5

 

tommy is liking
being three dimensions
rather than just two 🦊❤️

Tommy in his new paper mache form continues to unfold. Quite a different experience than Tommy in his two dimensional canvas form.  🦊❤️

1973. sun on a gloomy day

 





on this gloomy day
the sun was shining brightly
in eric carle’s world 🦊❤️

We spent our First Anniversary enjoying the whimsical work of Eric Carle at the Michener Museum in Doylestown   The perfect antidote for a day of low hanging clouds and dampness. Then to keep it real, we went out and bought anti-fatigue carpets for the kitchen so that cooking would be comfy on the feet. 🦊❤️

1972. basketball jones

 

jonesing for a game
half court game will have to do
till the big melt comes 🦊❤️

Today on our walk I loved seeing the local basketball court that had been shoveled out by some impatient hoopsters. As I looked, I immediately thought of my high school friend Ed Tabish and his stellar basketball days way back when. This ones for you Ed. 🦊❤️