The snow is nearly gone, the streams full of the runoff. The balmy weather so out of season, but enjoyable. Every year we have quirky weather. I remember snow in mid April 30 years ago, and 70’s in February the same year. It is best to accept that the weather will be unpredictable and enjoy each of its many facets.
When Joe and I went out for a walk in the woods we certainly didn’t expect to see this print in the snow, and further on in the mud. It’s been warm, but not that warm. Bigfoot hasn’t been spotted in this area, but you never know…..
I seem to be fighting the universe most days. I have so many directions I want to make progress in. And progress on all fronts is sporadic at best.
- streamlining my life, I have been working on this for a couple of years and have kicked it up a notch. Clearing, sorting, selling and removing items large and small that do little but take up space both real and mental. The paperwork piles are the worst: old forms, medical paperwork, letters, work paper etc.
- Joe’s recovery, which is top priority and yet leaves me wondering which things to really focus on. It is like choosing between the schoolwork or outdoor time. Which will prove the most beneficial in the long and short term.
- art and creativity, squeezing it in here and there doesn’t bring the results I would like. Goal setting at the start of each month ends up being too high for what the month bring. Which ends up leaving me feeling cranky for what I didn’t achieve instead of glad of what I did.
I need to accept what is achievable, let the time flow as it will and welcome the new pace of life as best I can. It has held many sweet surprises which I need to remember when I get a case of the crankies.
Try as we might we can’t see around the bend ahead of us. We can crane our necks all we want, but all we can get are small glimpses of the distance, and guess what lies just beyond our view. Plan as we may, best as we can, life always is a bit different than we think it will be.
In both good and not so good ways.
I occasionally got through my old black and white negatives to see where I’ve been. Sometimes geographically, sometimes metaphorically. In this case I have no clue where I took this image. The shots on either side don’t narrow it down beyond Saratoga County NY area in the 1986ish. Seeing how my eye has developed and looking at the foundations of my style intrigues me. Why do lonely, un-peopled scenes continue to interest me? Why have natural or timeworn things always attracted me? Inner archaeology of our art style can show surprising ties to our developmental years.