It is that time of year!
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It is that time of year!
Day 299 of Week 43 October 2024
The above photo, for example, is a view from the parking lot at the Robert Frost Interpretative Trail. There is an unfinished painting of the scene among my too many other unfinished canvases.
It is good that I am painting again.
I've sat outdoors during the beautiful warm weather we've been having here in New England. I take photos of clouds, watch birds fly by and daydream. As with blogging, a subject I try to not think about when enjoying Nature, is the current political landscape going on in America.
Please, do not under value the danger America is facing if the felon is elected. Many may like his policies, but at what price.
It is important that Americans stand strong and united.
Stop the bickering. Help America remain great.
Remain...because America has always been great!
Vote!
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Have a Great Weekend!
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Day 285 of Week 41 October 2024
Robert Frost Interpretative Trail October 2022 |
Well folks, this is it, foliage time, leaf peeping season, the peak of all that is autumnal. Coffee on foggy mornings, frosty cobwebs, pumpkin spice muffins, and birds flying by that don't have time to stop and chat. With all that is going on in the World at home and abroad, embrace the Nature of your heart to enjoy the fall.
Reflection Monday October 2024
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October Along the New Haven River Lincoln, Vermont |
Foliage Check In
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Robert Frost Interpretative Trail Ripton, Vermont Georgie's Trail 3 October 2024 |
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Rt 125, Ripton, Vermont Just above Robert Frost Interpretive Trail 3 October 2024 |
A quick trip for lunch to the Robert Frost Interpretative Trail on a sunny afternoon to check on the foliage progress today was nice. I didn't walk around much.
At the higher mountain elevations there are more trees showing colors than middle and lower elevations. Along Route 125, there are colors in a tree here and there. At this stage, peak will take few more days. I expect this weekend and all of next week will be the best leaf peeping.
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Wild Apples & Creativity
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Wild Apples |
Are they though? Wild apples, I believe, grow outside an orchard or in somebody's yard. Along the roadside you can see shrubs that you know must have been planted by a house, but there is no house. The same is true of apple trees in a group. Then there's the issue of wildlife carrying the apple seeds into the woods by various means.
One morning on a slow walk the sunlight was catching a bunch of wild apples just right to make their rotting shapes look lovely, almost ripe again. I took a photograph to paint from. The canvas has been hanging around. The photo hasn't. There are folders labeled, ToPaint, that I use. Once in a while though, a picture becomes lost. Like the apples, it has gone wild.
Autumn is a season of reflection, I feel, more than the other three are. We harvest our knowledge, our memories, our expectations of where we have been and where we are going.
I'm thinking that way because I've been painting again, regularly on a few canvases at a time, old as well as new images. Depression isn't selective. It mows down much of what we enjoy doing in life. Being an artist that doesn't paint is not comfortable for me. The irony is that when I am in a severely deep episode, art is where I retreat from the pain. This time, however, it is the resolve to be Artist, not pain that brings me to pick up a brush.
I feel that there are times in life when we don't need to figure out why. It is better, when it happens, to just enjoy our creative selves.
Oh That Tree!
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East Main Street Along Rt 22A 11x14 inch acrylic ~The After version |
Over, (I estimate), 15 years ago I started a series of paintings for places I see on my walks around town. The above is the first and only artwork I've done. Projects get put aside for other projects.
The small painting has been hung in various places over the years until today. The large tree on the left has always bothered me. I intended to add more branches. I mixed the colors. And then got lost on other areas. The house behind the tree, I didn't even notice I was covering it up.
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Main Street Before |
I see now from the Before version, what my mistakes are. At one point, I signed it as I was determined to leave it as is. The tree will go back to being smaller, the house more visible, and the shrubs on the left less shrubby.
As that's all going on, I look up to see another painting that I planned to finish hanging on the wall. Mostly because I liked the way it was except for the sky.
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An October Morning at the Field Puddle 16x20 inch acrylic on canvas |
As I was painting, to my surprise I remembered the original idea for the image. It is taken from several watercolor sketches I did in 1999 of snow geese landing with the sunrise to their backs. The sketches are missing. I have no idea where they are. Thankfully, I have the pencil sketches in a sketchbook. More painting to do, this time I hope I don't lose sight of what I'm trying to achieve.
Update: The sky is getting there. The tree had to go. It would be in the way of the snow geese landing.