Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I've been reminiscing .....

Yes, I heard that first.....He was especially happy to find another breathing stranger this far in the woods....and he was truly trying to entertain me !...

wonderful woodsy wonders ( www )....B4 the world wide web ! IMG_4580-001.JPG I thought you might appreciate this pic of my first and only peek at a Scarlet Tanager.......they fly from South America to mate in Northeast USA......I was alone and I was so stunned.....he was actually showing off for me....

testing the waters
seeing what works
a whole year of sitting too much
can strip you of who you were
and honestly it's hard to remember
exactly
I can look at a hill I once easily traversed
and my mind says you better wait,
this looks dangerous....and that
gives me a clue to who I was

I know many wolf trees though they are not on my property.....I look for them every time I go to certain hiking spots...but it must be cool being in walking distance...I'm essentially a treehugger.....there is raw power in embracing trees... It doesnt take mother nature long to reclaim what belongs ...

foraging for sustentance traveling through the pathways that wait for me the journey can be arduous even when you don't leave your chair what is someone long in the tooth to do but search for meaning what have I been doing here what do i want to do going forward or what do I do if I feel I'm sliding...

Yeah, you might say that...

forget about the truth it's so subjective...haha.... and elusive ! a sidewinder slithering the lobes of your easily programmed mind..... honesty and literacy are so passe but trinkets and baubles shine on and on so give it a rest, come down off that horse that remembers how it was to gallop through ...

poor adult children
will need to sort all this shit
when I return to dust

Saturday night moon a big white ball drawing my eyes through the branches to glimpse the power of light way down here on our only planet the one we seem to ignore at times, but oh she's trying to forgive us by hanging on by threads of neglect and so I look for the joy the love in the faces of my cir...

settled in..... bourbon in a Knob Creek glass and Tracy Nelson in my ear, she can whisper when she wants to and she can bust you across your chops she's a full range women and Mother Earth specialist, and it seemed like a good song tonight with the Full Snow Moon Rising not sure why.... but whats it...

the great thing about viewing a painting, is you are allowed ( perhaps even encouraged ) to make up your own story....