The Umbilical of the Family of Origin, Sunprint, ©2013.
My Old Home, My New Home
It is a big day. We sign papers, settle accounts, are given keys, leave with a new home. When I was entering fourth grade we moved, not far—just around the corner. Soon our children will enter fourth grade and they too will move, not far—just around the corner. Will they look back one day with… Continue reading My Old Home, My New Home
Paris Waits
Sketchbook page, © 2013. Wasn’t this to be the summer we’d travel across the ocean again? Paris—maybe? Italy—maybe? Alas this is not the summer of traveling. It will though be the summer of planning and preparing to move. Tomorrow is the day a new property officially becomes ours and renovations begin. Sometime soon we will… Continue reading Paris Waits
Summer Moonlit Garden
Summer Moonlit Garden, ©2013. Ink and oil pastel on paper. Summer midnight joined in circles, phloxes and coneflowers keep rhythm with constellations ’til the sun and moon go down. By dawn light in the water bucket tumbled down petals launch like life rafts crossing the sea of whirling vortices to rescue the stranded beetles. Sarah Figlio… Continue reading Summer Moonlit Garden
Betwixt the Eve and Morn
Betwixt the Eve and Morn, ©2013 from the almanac of vanished years. Ink and acrylic on paper.
Gold Against Blue
The Only Gold I Ever Cared, ©2013. Oil, ink, on panel with etched glass. PEACE ON EARTH The Archer is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven— Sleep safe till to-morrow. The Bears are abroad! The Eagle is screaming! Gold against blue Their eyes are… Continue reading Gold Against Blue
Roiling, Rippling Rips
Rips, ©2013. I swim frequently in Lake Michigan and am continually reminded of its power. One big storm can move a sandbar and change the wave patterns at a familiar beach. I check and recheck for rip current alerts before we head to the water. Even when the “coast is clear,” I keep my eyes… Continue reading Roiling, Rippling Rips
Full Moon
Almanac/Full Moon, ©2013, ink on paper. Full moon last night, tides were high. I will see you again, by and by.
Drought and barren fields
Barren Black Sun, oil and wax on panel, 6″x6″ inches, ©2012. With all the overflow, one might quickly forget that a summer ago fields were parched and crops were dying, and fruit trees that blossomed in the early warmth bore little fruit after late frosts. The way in which things are not…after a rare and… Continue reading Drought and barren fields
Rain and Green
I have never seen the midwest as green as it is this summer. Rain, rain, and more rainy days, and all is lush, lush, lushy. My rainy day train ride was absolutely color, color, colory. I love this ride from Chicago to southeast Michigan through the annals of American industry between the marshes and the… Continue reading Rain and Green