Saturday, April 24, 2010

The North Arm in Spring 2005

In these charcoal tinted blues,
Even the north arm of the Fraser became true,
It will move me,
And sometimes loose thee,
We may not have seen those hues,
The skies lent a hand in the splashes about this land for you,
Ebb and flow of those greys outweighed that day,
Even this small thumbnail would stay,
A secret in the small hand of a child,
Making such big language for awhile,
To thank,
This rivers bank,
Perhaps for spring this message has been,
The wild lilies gathered about me waiting to be seen.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Flight of the Geese in White 1999

A random cascade of fluttering beauty all about,
What teaming glorious wing beats,
They're the whitish plumes,
Which seemingly motion in waves upon one after another,
Some black trimmed with precious delicacy,
The rough and almost vague waters grey with distance,
Have seen their migration throughout the millennia,
Even the beautiful cries within the flock hold coherency,
If my wings could burst through these fibres,
I would soar with these adventures,
Climbing ever higher to kiss my Maker,
Loving everything Dearly,
Eventually knowing the journey,
Would lead us to Peace.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Midnight Blues Ride 1995

What a ride,
The blues of that midnight,
Would not have been,
For the darkness strained on for the visionaries,

Shine on moon,
Your delicate beams shone in an impish scene,
Only the nocturnal creatures scurrying in the brush have seen,

The searing darkness wore out this pretext of a beautiful game,
Of those colbalt and prussian blues,
Sweetly challenging those faded aquamarines for their space,

One could feel the soft kiss of the viridians adventure,
Journeying back towards the soft glow of dawn.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Wild Daffodils of Aldergrove 2009

We were hiking in Aldergrove last year along a dike trail with the little Campbell River to our left. We had a lot of snow and winter seemed to last a long time but finally the wildflowers began to appear. The snowdrops, crocuses and these beautiful daffodils began to appear; the sign springs arrived.
The weather around the westcoast was still unpredictable but I still painted this watercolour. It was sleeting and still chilly but I'm pleased with this composition and the stains on the watercolour paper from that wet day gives the painting some charm.