892. i spy …

from my bird’s eye perch

not one, not two but three seen

a trio of geese 🦊❤️

As I mentioned in a recent post, my stone bridge never fails to provide me with a moment worth writing about as I cross it, pause and see what’s in front of my eyes. In this case it was three geese deciding if they were going to slip into the water. I felt a alight twinge of sadness, wondering where the 4th goose was…. 🦊❤️

 

891. a “spin” on nature

‘nother sculpture spun

“rolly-polly black walnuts”

trouble underfoot  🦊❤️

My latest sculpture for my upcoming show in March is entitled, “Rolly-Polly Black Walnuts”. It is inspired by the areas of bamboo and the stands of Black Walnut trees on my favorite Wissahickon trails. It is made of concrete, bamboo, wood and fired and glazed clay. It stands 16” high and is 5.5” wide.  It is a kinetic sculpture in that the clay “walnuts” can be spun on their wooden axles. This is a reminder of the hazards of fallen walnuts that are underfoot!  🦊❤️ 

 

890. figuring it out…

first make three clay balls

then fire… then glaze… and then what?

i’ll figure it out 🦊❤️

So much of my sculpture art is done in a haphazard way in which I am compelled to make an “object” that will ultimately be part of something else - but at the moment I’m making it I have no idea what it will be a component of. My mind is blank! That is the case with three clay balls I made awhile ago.  Yesterday it started to move in a direction. It’s still getting to where it will get to… time will tell.  🦊❤️ 

 

889. today’s installation

in the icy creek

winter clouds float slowly by

naked trees shiver 🦊❤️

I have walked thousands of times across a stone bridge overlooking the Wissahickon Creek. It is a magic bridge that hosts endless moments of “newness” to be experienced, photographed and be celebrated by a haiku. Here is the latest. 🦊❤️ 

 

888. monongahela river memories

snows melted… rains fell

foot by foot it rose - then raged

life’s pieces swam by 🦊❤️

Yesterday morning the Wissahickon Creek was raging due to the previous day’s heavy rain.  There was a birdhouse stranded in one of the small tributaries that feed the creek. The sight brought back vivid memories of the Monongahela River flooding in springtime when I was a kid. I remembered debri, pieces of houses, coal barges that broke loose from their docks and many other things speeding by in the raging current. It was quite an experience to ponder as a little kid… it still is today. 🦊❤️

 

887. relax and release

in the fernery

steamy on a wintery day

uptight sprouts relax  🦊❤️

I live right next door to The Morris Arboretum. There is a fabulous fernery on the property. Walking into its steamy atmosphere on a cold winter’s day offers respite and warmth from the blustery wind. I love looking at the ferns who are still in their rolly-polly state. They remind me of me.  They give hope that if I just relaxed, I could gently unfurl and stretch out…I love ferns. 🦊❤️

886. time well spent at the bus stop

talked for five minutes

about dog prints in cement

a sweet impression 🦊❤️

When I spend time taking care of my grandkids I always find myself becoming absorbed in monumentally important discussions about the simplest of things. This helps me realize the relative unimportance of the seemingly complex things I usually think and talk about. 🦊❤️