Cloud Appreciation Society Newsletter

You never know when the CAS newsletter is going to turn up, but one just did.  I’m looking forward to seeing who won the poetry competition next week…..

(That’s definitely a skyscape I would love to paint for someone on the newsletter!)

A Dylan kinda day….

…..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.

Horizontal ocotillo

So many spines….

Newer Work #65

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…..)

Refractured watercolor painting

#1247 After the rain, the sun. Refractured watercolor 10×8″ matted to fit 14×11″ frame, $105.

Newer work #64

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.

 Refractured watercolor painting

#1245 Roiling Clouds. Refractured watercolor on foamcore, 8×10.5 in mat to fit 11×14 frame. $105.

Newer work #63

From one palm tree to two.  And a hotter morning, likely a summer morning, maybe August with a hot wet wind coming up from the gulf, and the sun about to heat it up some more.

Refractured watercolor dawn

#1243 Firestarter. Refractured watercolor on foamcore, 14×11″ in mat ready for a 20×16″ frame. $195.

Cloud cuckoo land…

…. couldn’t resist passing along this title – oh and the Cloud Appreciation Society newsletter that goes with it.

A cold poem

So, just before we’re thinking about the thaw, here’s a recent poem.  It’s been quite a while since I built a snowman – 16 years, in fact.  I was just hunting around for things on which to write sonnets and somehow dug up this subject from a dusty back shelf in my brain.

Snowman

Off with the frozen gloves, so stiff with ice,
Off with the cosy beanie from my head,
unravel the scarf that’s wrapped around me twice
and the earmuffs so ugly they’re only fit for bed.
Off with the coat that’s the warmest thing I own,
off with the sodden uggs that are starting to sweat,
wiggle the toes that are still in the frozen zone,
peel off the socks so the toes can start to melt.
On with the kettle, get the cocoa out,
splash in some vodka for an extra treat,
sip it while I admire, without a doubt
the fact that I’ve built the best one in the street.
Under the porch light my five-foot snowman glows
with coal black eyes and a big fat carrot nose.