My steps and tree frogs
Miniature waterfalls
Only sounds in woods.
Art Prescription: It is too quiet in the woods for a March day. After another wintry weather day, the creek is full and there is a steady drip-drop off the trees. Wet, cold, misty…why would anyone be out bird-watching!! I scan the trees for owls!! Saw a hawk and a cute little Kinglet.
Sheen like dark jewels
Wings catch March morning sun-shine
Black crow by the pond.
Art Prescription: Nothing sweeter than spring walks and painting with studio door wide-open!
On the scout for spring
She takes flight over meadow
Snow melts, rivers swell.
Art Prescription: Hang tight readers…I’m on a hunt for some original fairies. Lots of sketches and it’s harder than I thought. Being original is extremely difficult in a world where everything has been done hundreds of times, especially now with the internet. This is where the joy of our own imagination comes into play, and so play I will!!
p.s. You might recognize two recycled paintings here…
Spreads wings for ladies
Turkey vultures strut their stuff
The courting begins.
Art Prescription: The homely turkey vulture doesn’t seem to win as much portraiture time as the pretty songbirds. And they are just a majestic! We all have our sides of glory…take a look at these wings!
Power of a want
Some small object of desire
That catches your eye.
Art Prescription: I couldn’t resist.
Cold hush across field
Except for the sound of wind
Blue birds hold on tight.
Art Prescription: Today at Mason Farm we saw lots of blue-birds. Against the very cold and brown winter back-drop they appear like gems!!
Bird choir sings, all rise
Sun’s entourage, glowing pink
Fog escapes my lips.
Art Prescription: Beautiful sunrise as I went out to feed birds! A luxurious moment!
Fresh water they splash
Hop up to nearest branch, preen.
The local bird bath.
Art Prescription: Bird watching is a cure-all. Dress-code not required.
Sit in pure stillness
Disconnect from busy world
Notice something new.
Art Prescription: On my bus rides to and from my RN job just about every person has their nose to their smart-phones. No one is looking out the window to see the lovely flock of robins, or the way the light reflects off the buildings, or the simple beauty of a sunset. No wonder depression is on the rise! I feel like a Florence Nightingale of the 2000’s. I think everyone needs fresh air, exercise, and nature… Give yourself a Valentine…
Trail along creek-side
Thick bramble, perches galore
A fest for sparrows!
Art Prescription: Explored a “new” old trail along the creek at Mason Farm. Binoculars in hand, magnificent birds, breast reflecting winter sun.
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