Haiku December 26, 2012 Bird Count

December bird count

Binoculars, sketchbook, time

Five miles of shear bliss!!

Art Prescription:  Yes! I am a total bird geek. Love watching these colorful, delightful, big-brown eyed beings as they dance, prance, look for food, pick berries, or fly from tree to tree. Here is my sketchbook list from Christmas Day:

2012 bird count

Haiku November 17, 2012 Evening in the Woods

Owl calls out from woods

Eyes acclimate as light fades

Birds announce days end.

Art Prescription:  Sam and I went for a late afternoon, almost evening, walk at Mason Farm. Lots of activity as the temperature drops and the sun sets with a dramatic pink sky!! As squirrels scurry to their nests, birds take last call, and the nocturnal world begins to wake.

Haiku October 14, 2012 Walk at Mason Farm

Last fall flowers bloom

Seed pods stand over meadow

Release fancy wings.

Art Prescription:  We walked our favorite place, Mason Farm. Seems just a week or so ago the open meadows were filled with yellow Partridge Peas and pink wild roses. Now a few asters remain and interesting seed pods take the place of flowers. A sea of golden rod, yellow grasses and a hint of reds now stretches out against the wooded backdrop. We did see a pretty striped snake along the trail. Mason Farm is a beautiful nature preserve with a few different habitats. Lots of birds, owls, foxes, coyote, to name a few! A great place for a nature sketcher!

Haiku March 17, 2012

Blue winged gem perches

Brilliant against brown-grey

About to burst woods.

Art Prescription: Walked at Mason Farm this afternoon. The ground is covered with wildflowers, and the trees with song birds. The Eastern Bluebird stands out like a jewel against a late winter back-drop. Their color is spectacular. Try and mix it on your palette.

Haiku January 29, 2012

In the wind frogs sing

Grasses and leaves whisper spring

Spirit stirs the soul.

Art Prescription: Take a long walk and listen. At Mason Farm, our favorite place to nature walk, the cool breeze of winter is giving way to the mating calls of frogs. Each time we visit there is always something different happening. It’s a magical place.

Sam Dyer’s Haiku

Leaves rustle in time

To cool wind across my face

Spirit of spring near.