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1823. locked in love
1822. a second look
less than half an inch
maybe was a katydid
thought it was a leaf 🦊❤️
1821. leon’s morning ritual
“old glory” in sight
leon sits at attention
his “mouth organ” sings 🦊❤️
Leon was sitting outside of his senior residence in his wheelchair playing “God Bless America” on his harmonica (mouth organ). I stood nearby until he was done. He looked at me and said, “Every morning at 9:00 I come outside and play that song as I look at the flag. I am a veteran and I love America and am proud of that.” It was such a refreshing experience. Thank you Leon. 🦊❤️
1820. far out there
some will scratch their head
“what’s this have to do with art?”
for others -“far out!!!” 🦊❤️
1819. up against the wall….
rumbling in my head
plotted and planned on paper
next… here come the walls 🦊❤️
Yulan and I started to hang my upcoming exhibit at the gallery space today. We have a couple more days of work to do to finish the set-up. It’s exciting (and exhausting) to watch it all come together. 🦊❤️
1818. mikey the alien
up in the window
looking like an alien
it’s mikey the cat 🦊❤️
1817. oh lonesome me
all by my lonesome
high and dry this rainy day
“won’t you take me home?” 🦊❤️
1816. rainy day rest reigns
raindrops cloud the world
it all becomes much softer
peacefulness sets in 🦊❤️
1815. time to sleep
beautiful orchid
now your white petals falling
time to sleep… then bloom 🦊❤️
1814. bamboozle
no matter the task
everything is an excuse
for art to rise up 🦊❤️
1813. next?
i stare at my walls
a cacophony of stuff
i wonder what’s next? 🦊❤️
I sometimes wonder why I jump from one thing to another, to another and to yet again another when it comes to art, wacky ideas and new shiny objects to run after. Am I looking for me - or is that just who I am? Regardless it is an interesting journey. 🦊❤️
1812. afghan on its way
it’s hook - pull - hook - pull
not knit - pearl - knit - pearl - knit
crocheting away 🦊❤️
1811. clouds, clouds and more clouds
it’s the week for clouds
the skies are jam packed with them
every day’s a show 🦊❤️
This week is producing a bumper crop of clouds. Enormous billowing clouds hovering above. It makes me wonder what the first people eons ago thought they were. I’m sure they were mystified and amazed. I still am mystified and amazed today. 🦊❤️
1810. the sea in the sky
the sky is a sea
with an armada of clouds
bringing in the storm 🦊❤️
The daylight became twilight in a flash and the sky portrayed itself as an angry sea. Below it all people rush home after a hard days work hoping to avoid the rain. I sit staring as I waited at a red light. An impatient motorist blares their horn at me… and I drive on. 🦊❤️
1809. holidays queueing up
pumpkins are ripe-nin
scary things filling the shelves
christmas stuff up next 🦊❤️
This is the time of year for the procession of holidays and events that make shelf stockers crazy at big box stores. No sooner are hobgoblins on the shelves when they are replaced by turkey stuff followed by Christmas and Hanukah stuff then on to New Year stuff. Happy holidays. 🦊❤️
1808. good morning moon
woke up this morning
went outside to see the sun
the moon stole the show 🦊❤️
I love it when I look up into the sky and see the heavenly bodies hanging around in space. It serves as a good reminder of how we fit in the grand scheme of things. Just on a ball, spinning around endless space… 🦊❤️
1807. a child’s mandala
a picture in chalk
lasting until the rain comes
a child’s mandala 🦊❤️
I love children’s chalk drawings. They are free and easy. They are drawn with the understanding that when the rain, the broom or the hose come they will be no more. No attachment, just fun in the moment. Reminds me of Tibetian monks doing intricate sand mandalas only to sweep them away when they are done. Nothing lasts forever. 🦊❤️
1806. bamboo battalion
lined up like soldiers
my army of bamboo sticks
ready to deploy 🦊❤️
1805. invisible forces
branches are bobbing
and leaves flutter back and forth
the unseen at work 🦊❤️
As I was sitting on my balcony enjoying the cool air, I took closer notice of the branches and leaves bobbing and swaying and fluttering in the breeze. It got me thinking about the many unseen forces that surround us that animate life as we “think” we know it. We know so much but at the same time so little. 🦊❤️
1804. thank you for the sign
we chose to believe
that solitary flower
was a sign for us 🦊❤️
Tonight Yulan, Kevin, Hillary and I said our final goodbyes to Tommy as we visited his home area to spread his ashes and tell our Tommy stories. We did some laughing and we did some crying. As we were leaving, we saw a single solitary white flower on a bush beside the picnic table that Tommy could usually be found lounging on. We all agreed that it was Tommy saying thank you and goodbye. A final sign…. 🦊❤️
1803. garbage art
i love garbage trucks
they’re like jackson pollock art
huge abstracts on wheels 🦊❤️
As a little kid, I spent lots of time roaming around garbage dumps and junkyards. They were fascinating and a source of never ending adventure and interesting sights. The randomness of refuse really “flipped my switch”. It still does. 🦊❤️
1802. the math of an art show
add, subtract, divide
placing paintings on the wall
it’s all about math 🦊❤️
All of the paintings are done. Now it’s time to figure out what goes where. I must say that this part of getting ready for an exhibit may be the most fun part of all. My next show, “Remembering Tommy the Cat & Other Wissahickon Wonders” will be at the gallery of Spring Mill Pointe in Lafayette Hill, Pa in September and October. More information to come. 🦊❤️
1801. early retirement
more than a rocket
foremost it is art to me
it will fly no more 🦊❤️
1800. boys and their toys
5-4-3-2-1
soaring straight as an arrow
tommyhawk lifts off 🦊❤️
Tommyhawk’s maiden voyage was a big success. A fun day of being a kid never hurt anyone! 🦊❤️
1798. against all odds
old decrepit tree
still standing against the wind
still beating the odds 🦊❤️
1797. parting of the water
hokusai’s “great wave”
parted just like the red sea
for lovers of tea 🦊❤️
I love the Japanese artist Hokusai’s wood block print “The Great Wave”. I thought it was great that it was used as a curtain for tea lovers to enter the tea room in Vermont to escape the busyness of the day for a great cup of tea. 🦊❤️
1796. above it all
tommy’s up there now
and he’s looking down on us
a tear in his eye 🦊❤️
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tommy’s up there now
and he’s looking down on us
with tears in our eyes 🦊❤️
This is my latest, and possibly last painting of Tommy. He is perched on the porch roof of the Environmental Center in the park. He would often climb the nearby tree (cut down now) and watch the world go by from his private lookout tower. The painting captures his daring, seriousness and smarts. It is titled “Above It All”. It is a 24”x18” acrylic. I feel so fortunate to have had the opportunity to paint Tommy in his many moods over the years. He was the best. 🦊❤️
1795. the mourning sun
in the morning sun
his golden underside shone
by the mourning sun 🦊❤️
Even the sun mourns sometimes… Life… 🦊❤️
1794. tea house
cakes and cakes of tea
so many new thing to see
tea cups gently ching 🦊❤️
We visited a tea house while in Vermont. I was fascinated by the “tea cakes” imported from across the world that were for sale. So many different sizes and shapes. People sitting sipping expertly brewed tea. The sound of clinging and clanging of tea cups. Watching two young women brewing individual pots of tea and commenting on their taste as they did their work. A new experience for me. 🦊❤️
1793. a puzzling tree
a picture puzzle
with oh so many pieces
the sycamore tree 🦊❤️
I love Sycamore trees. Their shedding bark, like pieces of a picture puzzle fall to the ground and go crunch under my feet. And when this year’s puzzle pieces are finally all shed, next year’s puzzle has already begun to be created. 🦊❤️
1792. water’s sounds
in a split second
the silent, silky smooth stream
screamed thunderously 🦊❤️
We sat for quite awhile on the side of a hill in Middlebury Vermont gazing at and listening to water pounding its way over the edge and then returning to its sounds of silence as it moved past us. A metaphor for life and living. 🦊❤️
1791. a crowd of one
a string of mountains
under a parade of clouds
a lone bird looking 🦊❤️
We head back home from Vermont today. It is amazing how a simple change in geographical scenery can rejuvenate the “Wow” center of the brain. (Do you see the lone bird on the wire?) 🦊❤️
1790. no rhyme or reason
no rhyme or reason
to the wood’s cacophony
that’s what makes it so 🦊❤️
We sat on the porch. I stared into the mountain’s trees hoping for a grand insight to strike me. Only the chaos and randomness of it all did… aha! 🦊❤️
1789. morning in vermont
only a stream’s sound
and the day’s light seeping in
wake me this morning 🦊❤️
Yulan and I are spending a few days in a secluded area of Vermont. The absence of sounds is such a stark contrast to waking to the sounds of cars, neighbors above me, yapping dogs going out for their first walk of the morning and the early morning trash collection truck. The loudness of silence is deafening. 🦊❤️
1788. whatever the day may bring
‘nother sultry day
from bed’s blankets to the air’s
every day is grand 🦊❤️
It is a shame that it takes so long in life to really appreciate and feel profound gratitude for whatever a day may bring. In the larger scheme of things, weather is a good and “easy breezy” place to start appreciating the way things are today. 🦊❤️
1786. art of grieving
his hutch is empty
except for his spirit and fur
the stillness… the peace 🦊❤️
1785. shrinkflation?
the box is the same
but the crackers sleeves have shrunk
less saltines to dunk 🦊❤️
As a little kid I loved to dunk buttered saltines into hot chocolate milk especially when watching Popeye cartoons and black and white Tarzan episodes on early Saturday mornings. I was shocked to open a box of Saltine crackers and observed near two inches of space between the top of the sleeves and lid. Am I imagining things? 🦊❤️
1784. a candle burns in kyoto
a candle burns bright
over there in kyoto
for tommy the cat 🦊❤️
My future daughter in law Hillary and her Mom Rachael are in Japan for a wonderful vacation. Yulan and I are very touched and grateful that they lit a candle for Tommy in a Kyoto temple. Thank you! 🦊❤️
1783. coming and going
things come… then they go
even with such loving care
things come… then they go 🦊❤️
As I deal with my feelings regarding Tommy the cat leaving us, the fallen flower from the well taken care of flower planter at my PT’s office reminded me that regardless of our loving care…all things come… and then they go…🦊❤️
1782. forever with us
you were always there
your redness bright’ning our days
now… your work is done 🦊❤️
Last evening our beloved Tommy completed his mission of good will and friendship to all those fortunate enough to be touched by him in his domain in the Wissahickon woods. He was lovingly surrounded by grateful arms and hearts as he made his way onward. Tommy… thank you for all you have done for so many. You will forever be in our hearts. 🦊❤️
1781. perpetual movie
waves move in and out
i stand and watch the next frame
in the endless film 🦊❤️
We are spending the weekend with good friends at the Jersey shore. I love watching the endless change that occurs on the beach with each arriving, then departing, wave. 🦊❤️
1780. sunrise service
at the crack of dawn
a congregation of birds
chirping their praises 🦊❤️
1779. a hero’s journey
despite life’s roughness
vibrant aliveness can sprout
everything's a choice 🦊❤️
Regardless of life’s unfortunate, sometimes tragic circumstances, the next step that you take is your choice to make. 🦊❤️
1778. my chinese lantern
my chinese lantern
greets another thunderstorm
with its warm colors 🦊❤️
The Chinese lanterns on my porch are a perfect artistic compliment to all of the weather events observed from my balcony. Another nasty thunderstorm showed up today. 🦊❤️
1777. raindrops (not)
i tried and i tried
to capture the teeming rain
it was too fluid… 🦊❤️
1776. peace and quiet
i can see myself
sipping tea in that lit room
outside an owl hoots 🦊❤️
Today we visited the Brandywine River Museum. There were a number of very wonderful collections of different artists works throughout the galleries. My favorite by far was a watercolor by Andrew Wyeth titled “Evening At Kuerner’s “ I could not take my eyes off of the solitary lit window and porch on the house in the work. What a mood of peace and quiet it created. 🦊❤️
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