1595. christmas tree blues

 

christmas time is past

festive lights boxed till next year

once proud tree - put out 🦊❤️

I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for Christmas trees  after the holiday is over.  There is a sadness in seeing them “put out” to the curb. Occasionally a forgotten ornament or some strands of tinsel remain on the tree as a reminder of  the holiday fun now over.  🦊❤️

159. outside our bubble

 

beyond snow filled clouds

outer space remains the same

outside our bubble 🦊❤️

1594. kiss me kate

 

to a play we went

intermission came… we left

did the shrew get tamed? 🦊❤️

Yulan got us tickets to see “Kiss Me Kate” that was at a local playhouse.  It was a grand old theater with not a bad seat in the house.  I am not well versed in Shakespeare and have only attended maybe a handful of plays  in my life and that includes high school plays. I had no idea what was happening on stage. Everyone was laughing and chuckling at what was unfolding on stage. I thought, “What am I missing?”   I hung in there to honor Yulan’s excitement about going and also the money she dished out. I was surprised when she looked at me at the start of intermission and said, “I wouldn’t mind at all if we left now!”  We left.  We discussed our thoughts on the performance as we drove home. My biggest question was, “Did the shrew get tamed?” 🦊❤️

1593. “a phoenix of sorts”

 

a beech tree’s remains

slowly melt into the earth

new life rises up 🦊❤️

The latest painting in my Wissahickon Wonders Series is titled “A Phoenix of Sorts”. It is an acrylic work that is 36”x24”. It is my interpretation of the remains of a beech tree whose state of decay reminds me of a raging fire.  It is as if it is melting into the earth - which it is.  Its disintegrating substance penetrates the soil and fuels new life which in turn fuels new life.  I struggled with this painting for almost a year and slowly I was able to paint what I wanted to convey. I want to thank my friend Rob who planted the word “phoenix” into my mind when he saw it much earlier in the process. I hope you enjoy the work. 🦊❤️  

1592. pi in my eye

 

they say it’s all math

simply one grand numbers scheme

three point one four one……..🦊❤️

While hiking yesterday I was hit in the face with a pi. No not a cream pie, the 3.141……… pi.  It was formed by three fallen trees on the side of the trail. Some folks say “everything is math”.  In this case, they may be right. 🦊❤️

1591. winter contrast

 

bright golden grasses

lackluster winter trees… drab

a stunning contrast 🦊❤️

Yesterday during our hike through the trails we were both struck by the golden grasses that were blowing wildly in the meadow.  The sun was hitting them perfectly to highlight their brilliance.  What a contrast to the surrounding trees, standing drab and bare as they looked on in envy at the golden grasses.  🦊❤️

1590. happy new year

 

another year ends

not a mark on the canvas

a new year to paint 🦊❤️

Another new year’s day.  A day like every other, but not really.  The end of a complete journey around the sun and the start of the next.  A painting completed, framed and hung.    A fresh canvas waiting for this new year’s marks to be applied. Happy Painting. Happy New Year. 🦊❤️