The lay of the Land
The view of the Big House, from our cottage at Mabel Dodge Luhan workshop/retreat center This morning I went for a run. Just a quickie; 20 breathless minutes at Taos town elevation of 6,967 ft. above sea level. (For comparison, Cincinnati lies at 748 ft. above sea level.) I’m glad I did this, as ...
Riding the tide of spring
Yesterday we found a little bunny in the garden who had died, perhaps drowned in the previous day’s deluge of torrential rains, perhaps done in by a predator. I sketched it for a few minutes admiring it’s perfection, even in death, before I buried it out back in the woods. This spring I’ve been keenly ...
Nest
“Physically, the creature endowed with a sense of refuge, huddles up to itself, takes to cover, hides away, lies snug, concealed. If we were to look among the wealth of our vocabulary for verbs that express the dynamics of retreat, we should find images based on animal movements of withdrawal, movements that are engraved in ...
Evening news
Sometimes we have to look to the small things to get any good news in the world….. Here’s a couple pages from the sketchbook…. Where are you getting your world news these days? Hoping it’s balanced….
Spring (among other things) has sprung
It’s finally, blissfully, feeling like spring time down in our little gully and there is much to fill you in on. In between things popping up out of the ground and being pulled from the ground (what is with all the chickweed this year??) and things being planted into the ground, life around here is ...
art on a schedule
Yesterday, an artist friend of mine posted a fetching link on her fb page. It was from some folks across the pond who’ve created Not Another Bill, a subscription service which offers a monthly dose of hand made art. It’s a lovely site filled with beautiful pictures of past postal presents they’ve sent to intrepid collectors. ...
Walking the line(s)
I’ve been thinking a great deal about lines lately. Not just the drawn line, of which I am overly fond, but other lines and how we toe them…. train lines, airlines, bus lines, online vs. offline, lines of code, wrack lines, Irish Dance lines… lines lines lines. In the past couple of weeks (possibly longer, ...
58 Days
There are a few flurries floating down this morning as I write this. We’ve been fortunate to have a little bit of winter visit us here in the Ohio River Valley this year and I am grateful for it. But today is the final day of the longest-shortest month of the year and around here, ...
Discoveries at the wrack line
It began years ago. A gravitational pull to the coast that some folks feel at times. And an introduction to a creature-self whom has captured my imagination ever since. Fortunate to have lived along the coast for a time, and further still, blessed to visit again each summer in spite of being land-locked the rest ...
Romp
It snowed again today… another couple of inches (which sadly in our neck of the woods means the entire city might very well shut down) so I found myself with some unexpected free time this early evening. I took the dogs outside for a romp….. Sometimes we rest for a moment to catch our breath…. ...