I always enjoy passing along the Cloud Appreciation Society Newsletter and this month it has two things that I especially love – a beautiful day’s edge cloud, and a poem.
Yes, 9 days since I blogged – I’ve been on the road for most of those. I have seen a lot of skies, a lot of roads and was astonished by Mount Shasta – whose awesome beauty I was unprepared for.
While I was in Bellevue, WA, there was a lull at the fair, during which I was able to add to my list of sonnets. One step further to that bucket list item.
The upper leaves spread up to gather light
The lower leaves reach out to seek the sun
The branches stretch and grow with all their might
Until leaves redden when the summer’s done.
The colorful flowers that bloomed bright in the spring
Are now brown crisps around a precious seed
that wait for autumn’s winds to find their wings
and fly to other grounds that might just lead
to sprouting from the earth when spring returns,
to rooting and to spreading and to growth
into a new tree; life’s desire thus burns
for life itself will not succeed with sloth.
Look at a tree and it will show you how
To plan tomorrow just by doing now.
….. there went the link. The link to the actual youtube video. No, I have no idea what happened in the mailchimp world, but here is the actual functional video link!
Here’s another foray into differently shaped canvases. A very abstract piece for that slender space that just needs a pop of color. However despite looking quite narrow, the curve means the panel is actually 11″ wide. This is one of three ‘siblings’ made from a single 18×24″ watercolor of a starfield, but presented as a dark swirling storm.
…..blowin’ in the wind. Had to go to Palm Springs, then Moreno Valley yesterday, then home. We were forecast a windstorm and we sure got it. The ethereal, formless sky is very powerful when it moves fast. I didn’t see any forecast for rain, but had rain coming home through Cabazon and into the desert floor. (Had I known there was a possibility of rain I would’ve taken the other truck – the windshield wipers on my small truck do not work well.) Saw lots of palm fronds blowing around in Palm Springs, and plenty of dust, a few limbs down.
When I got home, the trash can was on its side on the front porch, and the recycle can was gone entirely. At 11pm and hungry, I was in no mood to go hunting for it, but this morning I found it in the side yard. At that point I also found my 10 foot ocotillo had blown down. Poor thing was in full bloom, and there was a verdin nest in the upper branches, now on the floor, and a distraught verdin hanging around. I put the nest in one of the oleanders – it’s a ball-nest so I have no idea if it contains chicks, eggs or at this point, omelet.
Plans are underway to relocate the ocotillo to the south side yard by the fence. Long shot, but it’s worth a try. I need to wait until tomorrow until I have two other friends who, with my neighbor will help lift the viciously spiny creature, which probably weighs over 200lb.
After the rain the sun….. but this it what it can look like before the rain. A mixture of distant rain and haboob. We have a storm forecast for today – just enough to wash the air and muddy the ground. But it’s not here yet…. (oh please, oh please, one more storm this winter…..)
It got crazy hot over the last couple days and we need another storm. Here it is! Oh wait, if you’re reading this from the east coast, it’s there with you, isn’t it.
Today I spent seven hours slaving away over a hard concrete slab. Yes, the annual Indio Chalk Festival. This year the festival was moved from outside the city hall to Miles Avenue a block away, and the street was blocked off. I knew that I was being asked to do a much larger painting this year, and had in mind that I might do a triptych, though I had no clue what exactly I was going to do. However, instead of being assigned a space, I was asked to pick one. I had the choice of concrete or blacktop, and opted for a familiar surface, mostly in the shade. The area I chose had four perfect squares with spaces in between, so I decided to use them all. I wasn’t sure whether to do four seasons (like Vivaldi’s Window) or 4 times of day, like the painting I’m working on for my timelapse video (hopefully done in time for May’s newsletter) – so I did both.
And yes, tomorrow will be the best day of the year to commit a crime – I have no fingerprints – wore them off rubbing the chalk into the concrete. Oh wait, I have a show in Indian Wells this weekend, and I ache everywhere, especially my knees.
This amazing storm came from something I saw on the web – only by the time I’ve painted it in a different set of colors, you would never recognize it! Leftovers from this one also gave rise to several cards.
I’m dreaming of a wet Christmas
with every neighbor that I’ve met
May your ocotillo bloom red,
and my all your Christmases be wet.