Ready to work


I love this old workshop with all the metal components so perfectly arrayed. It was a building on what was once a dairy farm, though no dairy barn was there anymore. The house was empty, the garages and sheds full of “stuff that might be needed later” I had thought the place would be torn down for the land it sat on to be developed, but surprisingly the house and most outbuildings remain. The house is rented and the rest of the property is used by a landscaping firm for their equipment. To me a much more satisfactory use of the old farm than more cookie cutter homes, or one large “look at me” house. I love to poke around old places and see the structures, the debris and feel the history. As this workweek starts I am trying to get in the mindset of work, to get a bunch done at the studio before the “in office” hours start tomorrow. But as I only have 2 open hours today I am fighting the ticking of the clock, and I already know how that ends! But I will get done what i can and maybe this afternoon get out with my camera for a bit. Who knows what the next few hours will bring!


Old Master Ice

(This is a ; & a ) post, enjoy!)

Sometimes there is more to something than it seems.  Back in January (Look and find) and September (Unexpected encounter) I posted similar hidden pictures, I never know when I ‘ll come across these, but here is the latest!


Is it me or is that a face in the ice?


And is it Rembrandt or Vermeer?

old masters

You decide!

Happy Friday!


Up / down


It is midweek, my quiet morning as I go to work in the afternoon. I putter around doing a bit of this and a little of that, feeling time pass at a different pace than on other days. I hope to get a bit of work done on my painting, I only gets about an hour of straight painting time a week, something I hope to remedy. I also hope to get out in the woods for a bit before lunch, I have a trail just up the street that I hope I can access now that the banks are receding. Right now though I am enjoying a cup of tea before donning boots or picking up a brush. I can choose either to go first, much like the stairs above give the option of going up or down. But not both, choices must be made and things arranged around the decisions. If you couldn’t guess these stairs are ones at the studio that I climb on my many indoor day walks. I can’t imagine how many feet have traveled up and down on these treads, might it be over a million? Maybe more? It does make one pause to think about all those people that used these stairs, the lives they lived, the thoughts they had. That is what I love about old buildings, the stories that have have seeped into the structure and become part of it.