Maine Island Duck Family 2011

There had been more before,
The ducklings which play are now in four,
A coyote which lives behind the birch trees,
She’ll hide and hunt using the tidal reeds,
Three of her little pups sun on the trails,
Oh, those dirty sandy colored coats,
Glimmer like the boat sails,
That ocean around with its own drama,
Plays with these marshlands and leaves all to clamor,
Even the clouds drift about and never stay the same,
We will move about and paint and they will lay claim,
The mallards will feed and play and float all day,
Coyote can’t make a meal anymore for they know of her ways,
Their watchful and learned now too scatter with haste,
Where the deeper waters are a safe place,
And I've just scattered these colors the same way,
These expressionistic movements still beautiful I must say.

They Would Appear To Pray 2011

Way down below in the waters murk,
Smooth in those covert spaces which lurk,
Turtles recede back into the ocher body,
Merely the waters dressed for the camouflage,
Their greedy intentions conceal the montage,
Played for always and misses of prey,
An occasion of solitude for the mallards to stay,
Their precious ducklings young and fearless,
They’ll bob for pleasure as we peer less,
Such tangle of salmonberries small and sweet,
Stains to our every reach,
Soft green leaves and shoots so tender,
Everything in these natures spanned,
Shone into those spathed yellow bright hands,
They seem to pray,
At Mahood Creek in Wells Gray,
But infact it’s the cabbage,
With name skunks way,
Entice many a glance for what is not known,
The flora with scents not to fancy,
Still a pretty delight found fresh and free,
Odor not apparent for sweetness gives way to its dignity,
Time disapproved those blossoms,
Now its scent weighed upon disappointment,
And the smells shameless anointment.

Clouds Serenade Masset 2012

 
 
These are the skies which torture our hearts,
From beneath that embrace,
A moment which never came to late,
Only those clouds above which drift,
They’ll move about in a transient glow,
Occasionally they will look down,
Way down below,
Masset your skies with truth that lies,
Another storm we’ve seen,
Before that wet dawn has been,
These vapors which serenade our impatient breaths,
Leave us warm and we will send you off before our deaths,
They have changed once more,
Flutter and transfer and rumble and roar,
Clouds serenade Masset,
You have merely made all below very wet.

 



Queen Charlotte Islands Sojourn 2012

We just came back from the lovely Queen Charlottes and there was a lot of rain and some beautiful sun filled days. We stayed in Masset and Queen Charlotte City and visited our friends which live in Skidegate. This is one of the oil paintings I did in Masset when it wasn't raining so much. The cloud formation was pretty and I had to apply the paint very quickly, as another storm was moving in. I painted quite a bit and sketched a lot too. It was quite pricey for food and accomodations and we vacationed there for almost two weeks. We flew back by seaplane to Nanaimo and took the Ferry back as foot passengers and met more of our family on the North Shore. Winter on the West Coast so far has been fairly wet and cold but in the interior they have had some bad snow event days.

The Starlings Drift 1988

Hold still they never would,
Everything surmounts against that winters breeze,
Foliage released long before its tree,
Starlings in their playful diversions,
Drift about those auburn silhouettes,
As the winters light envelops the sky,
And the suns ever so shy,
Oh, those starlings games,
With their voices that imitate,
Even a seagulls search but without fate,
Suspend up there for me starlings and I will play,
To merely hold this brush it would seem,
With watercolors,
Please fill my dreams.

Happy New Year 2012 To You All!

Merry Christmas Everyone 2011!