Trio

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I have been wanting to get back to this old building since I took this image back in December, and somehow it is now nearly April. I will have to make the time, that is all there is to it. Between work, weather, colds and packing the available free time has been slim. It isn’t that I’m not using my time well, it is more that there is just too much to do in the time available. I miss getting out with my camera, but life has required attention elsewhere. With all my studio supplies packed up it has been a creative drought these passed few months, which I am feeling sorely. I look forward to being able to dabble and hike and make a mess again, getting out in the world to see things and wander hither and yon. You can’t be wandering hither and yon to freshen up your soul.

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Pumphouse blues

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The water still spills over the edge of the dam at this pumphouse though it doesn’t power the industry it once did. I doubt many people give it a second glance as the drive by. What are the echoes caught in the walls of this small building? I expect the same human concerns were felt by the workers throughout the years. Bills, kids, wars, aging parents, politics, illnesses, nothing new there. Humanity is much the same, only the technology has changed. Parents have grown old, kids have acted up, illness has struck, wars have raged and politics have riled up the people. The same blues just different times.

 

What to do

I have my list of tasks at hand-

Paint touch ups

Sort, pack, toss

Put in new sink

Wash this, fix that

The list goes on, and all those who have moved know the burnout that a moving prep list can bring. The ennui that tackling another task brings on. The energy spikes that can occur unexpectedly to help power you through. And all this before the house is listed or the new place found! No wonder my mom hasn’t moved in over 60 years.

Holiday wrap

Red barn with wreathThe new year has officially begun. It means wrapping up the old and starting the new. This image, which is the December 2019 scene I used in my calendar is one I happened upon by chance one winter day. It will be the final page those who got the calendar will turn before a whole new decade begins. Hard to imagine it will be 2020. This year seems long here on the 1st, but will soon pick up speed as we all know too well. So, let’s take a moment to savor this first day and squeeze everything out of it we can.

Happy New Year!

 

 

 

 

As it rushes by

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The beaver has had a busy season out back, several dams have altered the whole look of the stream. Yet all the rain of the last few months still holds sway, rushing over the tops of the dams and filling the stream bed to the brim. The water, like the year, is flowing quickly by, a new stretch racing up behind it to take its turn. I have little say in either the passage of time or the work of the beaver as he coerces nature to reroute. If you look closely you can see the spread of water in the far back as the stream reaches the next dam, a still wide place where it seems time is not moving at all. But, of course it is, just below the surface currents are curling and moving along as they must.

All in a row

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I have begun to pack up my studio supplies now that the last workshop of the year is in the books. This will require boxes and accurate labeling so that should a workshop request come in, I won’t be in a total dither trying to locate supplies. It will also mean I can’t create on a whim as time allows, which often resulted in supplies everywhere. As we head out of this year and into the next I want to have less disarray and am willing to set aside my mixed media time. Plus, as we look to move I want to be ready to go when the right place appears should that be sooner than I am expecting. It needs to be a time of order for me so I can deal with what needs doing and do it.