1133. ye old town crier

 

a lost dog or cat

the circus is on the way

ye old town crier 🦊❤️

The circus is gone as is the town crier. But lost dogs and cats remain staples.  🦊❤️

1132. grandma’s babushka

 

that old rose wearing

a babushka of raindrops 

and cashmere bouquet 🦊❤️ 

When I saw a passing rose covered in raindrops I thought of my grandmother in her dressy babushka and the smell of Cashmere Bouquet that she would sprinkle on when she went to church or to bingo. Funny how the mind works.  🦊❤️

1131. a playful mind

leaves of many colors

strut their stuff down the runway

the winner is… 🦊❤️

A playful mind, especially in difficult times, is a good thing.  It is a good thing in all times actually! 🦊❤️

 

1130. dabbing and jabbing

with a tiny brush

i dab - i jab - i dab - i…

a meditation 🦊❤️

 I recently started a new painting  that contains very large trees. I found myself overwhelmed with indecision about how I could fill the space. I picked up the smallest brush I owned and just started dabbing and jabbing paint onto the canvas. I had no idea where the dabbing and jabbing would take me. It was like a meditation of sorts.  When the meditation was over… so was the tree.  🦊❤️

1129. finishing touch

 

tight mitered corners

ninety degrees every one

the final brush stroke 🦊❤️ 

I build my own frames for my art. I would guess that over the last three years I have made over 50 frames on my humble balcony workshop. As I build them, I often reflect on all of the people along the way who have taught me how to use my hands. I am very grateful to them. 🦊❤️ 

1128. life in motion

 

countless raindrops fall

all sending rings colliding

on the rising creek 🦊❤️

It was a wonderful rainy weekend.  We took an early morning walk yesterday, tip toeing through the raindrops. We stood on a bridge and watched bazzilions of raindrops hit the flowing creek below.  Every raindrop sending out their ring to join the demolition derby of colliding rings occurring on the undeterred flowing creek.  Such a view of life and living. We are all raindrops… 🦊❤️

1127. the magic of little things

 

much to my surprise

a brontosaurus roams in

ferns and thick air 🦊❤️

There is a fernery in Morris Arboretum that is not too big but not too small. As a matter of fact it is just the right size for me to get lost in my own little fantasy world of prehistoric times. Much to my surprise, I looked up and saw a small brass Brontosaurus perched on a rocky ledge of an underpass. This place will now be my favorite place to visit when at the arboretum.  Such small details create magic. 🦊❤️