What Will Spring Bring 2012?

From these scratchings where the charcoal falls,
Glorious from beneath that alders’ knoll,
A study perhaps to a life,
For she’s the mother and a wife,
Children will never know,
For their games taught so long ago,
It's the luscious song from high,
And from below, our sweet 'hellos',
Sing to us your serenade for the warblers are in tune,
They’ll play no other song,
To an empty stage but not for very long,
What will spring bring?
It is the warmth and rains,
The view transformed, aware for winters pain,
We’ve traveled to this rivers bend,
The sentinel from the middle end,
Along those emerald washes,
They'll quench the charcoals pledge,
Sweet as that rivers sedge,
It will be your silhouette that takes shape,
And motions me back for this visions so great.

Happy Easter Sunday Everyone!

Tempest at Skidegate 2012

A February storm brewed out,
In that delicious Pacific cocktail,
Its oceans cold with waters that devoured this shore,
No one holds those intense winds,
As we hear their passive wails,
They'll lick violently against those cedars and prevail,
Drifts refuse to float no more and beat against the rocks,
Wooden splintered shapes polished by land,
Search the passage within this safe place and shine,
All is known for Haida Gwaii and their land of hope is divine,
Waves crest and the Pacific surges forward,
This storm at Skidegate never overthrows,
But will conquer as its own tempest and wane,
Those Haida poles know of this land and have seen the pain.

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.