I sat on the back deck to draw the gray-brown wood piled and ready for the chiminea. What drove me out here was a crazy busy day that had crowded out all illusions of peace as well as any significant time to create. I just needed to draw. Just sit for a few minutes and … Continue reading Wood Pile
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Falling
I heard a poem being read on NPR the other day. I thought it was so lovely and wanted to share it with you. Autumn The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up, as if orchards were dying high in space. Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no." And tonight the heavy … Continue reading Falling
A New River
The second day of "Mom's Birthday Nature Tour" had us floating on tubes down the New River in West Jefferson, NC. As we plunked into the lime green mammoths, I continued sending up little pleas for sunshine, like mini flares that sputtered and nearly died out as it began to sprinkle. I settled into the … Continue reading A New River
Pilgrim
I'm still feeling it four days later. A tightness along the back of my legs next to the calf muscle, evidence of all the climbing and descending. On Thursday of last week my family and I loaded up a picnic lunch, water bottles and swim gear for a day at Hanging Rock. My son had … Continue reading Pilgrim
Under the Lily Pads
Yesterday I sat by a pond on the property of Smith Hollow Farm to draw. My pen followed the contours of the half-cloven pads with their stout yet delicate lilies popping up here and there. Some were mere bulbs yet to bloom, others had unfurled and outstretched their usual cup-like shape. Rich color everywhere. This … Continue reading Under the Lily Pads
Beyond the Din
I stood at the pump while fuel flowed into the tank, assaulted by the sound of busy traffic rushing by. It seemed nearly deafening and I realized I couldn't hear anything else. Or could I? I strained my ears to hear something other than the raging traffic. Sure enough the pulsing music from the gas … Continue reading Beyond the Din
Past Their Prime
Something in my morning reading prompted me to make my way to the Gardens yesterday to draw the waning tulips and daffodils. I also remembered a conversation with my father-in-law years ago where he suggested I paint dying flowers. I don't remember too much of what was said. Perhaps there wasn't much. But I do … Continue reading Past Their Prime
This Happened…
This sketch of last night's momentous occasion does not capture all that is swirling around in my heart. It does not convey our son's height correctly. Perhaps I'll always view him as a boy, instead of the man he is becoming. The sketch does not depict the entire concert choir at Glenn High School where … Continue reading This Happened…
Beaufort Treasures
I've been at my drawing table today reliving wonderful memories from a trip to Beaufort with a friend last week. Though I had only taken my Prismacolor Fine Liner Pens, the memories came leaping to life as I added color just now. I am once again reminded how grateful I am for this sketchbook and for … Continue reading Beaufort Treasures
Knitterly Sketch Journal Pages
I'm gonna try to catch you up on my yarny travels of late by way of my sketch journal devoted solely to the items I've finished knitting or crocheting. FINISHED is the key word here. A fiber project I'm working on does not get to be drawn into the journal until it is ALL DONE! … Continue reading Knitterly Sketch Journal Pages