Waiting for Rebirth – a quick little watercolor on paper, 2012.
I updated my art blog with a few new pieces and much better images of some older paintings–at least those that could fit in my scanner. From this day forward, I vow: no more fuzzy photos taken in poorly-lit rooms! Color and clarity are much too important, and taking the time to scan or photograph art properly is worth the effort. (Well, I’ll chant this to myself if I get lazy about it again.)
Here’s a painting I did this summer of a covered bridge at Southford Falls. Much nicer than the old pictures of it, if I do say so myself.
Yesterday was the first clear day in a while. As a friend said, it’s like the Dementors have been mating most of the week. To celebrate the good weather, we took Loki to Southford Falls to catch up on some much needed exercise and get us all some fresh air.
A moment’s rest before rambunctiousness ensued.
He was as sweet and exuberant as ever, but so much to handle on the trails–loose-leash practice be damned, Loki was not bribed by dried liver nor beef! There were too many new leaves and sticks and grassy fields and piles of mud to investigate. After an hour we three piled in the car, exhausted. A good feeling for us all.
A tired dog is a happy dog, so they say. That goes double for this high energy dude.
At the falls, one tree over the lake was covered in bobbers dangling from fishing line. Christmas ornaments. I wonder how many hopeful catchers of fish saw this, said “not me,” and then joined the dozens who accidentally sacrificed their bobbers to this branchy god.
Today’s been less adventurous than yesterday: green tea and omelettes for breakfast, quiet work in the morning, play in the dog park around 10, and back to work at 11. I did hear back from the library board this afternoon: they’re interested in discussing my 2D art group proposal. Hooray! I might even get to attend the next board meeting. How sweet would it be to get this off the ground?
We took our pup to Westport today to play with the purebreds and designer dogs. He’s so sweet to watch when he’s playing, but so much easier to photograph when he’s pooped.