Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Seven Wrens

Same bird, just run through the wash at different spin speeds.  Click on photos for closeups.
Original with some lighting adjustment and cloning and sharpening.

Greater sharpening filter added
Turned into a watercolor.
Turned into a colored pencil drawing.
Used a "comic" filter.
Adding a super smoothing filter (Liked this!)
The original grayscaled.
Do you have a favorite?  Yes, the pine is fake pine that I leave on the deck for just such shots!

Tuesday, January 27, 2015


Much like jewels these shoots of clover which grow wildly in my kaffir lime tree pot, like a green bubble carpet below the trunk, really scream a kelly emerald when the morning sun hits them just right. They are growing better than my lime tree!  They fit in with my faddish love of most everything Irish this year.  They are more than a month ahead of St. Patrick's Day and with my travel for some warmer weather before that time, it will be interesting to see if they can survive some neglect.

Saturday, January 24, 2015


We wait.  We wait so patiently and quietly and assuredly as we have waited so many years before.   We whisper as the earth sleeps turning her northern shoulders away from that distant persuasive sun which teases with such golden warm beauty.  There is a passionate fire burning somewhere over the horizon, just not here where we plunge our cold hands into lint-filled pockets and stomp our feet stiffly but softly on the unyielding earth waiting for time to pass.  

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Perfection In Time

Everyone is deserving, at some time in their life, preferably when the work filled day has ended and a weary peace is settling on their shoulders, the one perfect leaf, a gift from heaven, floating down to their feet and resting still and poised as if waiting to be noticed, to be selected and saved and savored; one still and well-shaped leaf that also is at days end in its chores and is molded as if by clay into a perfect frame of a dance move with crisp swirls and fine-tuned edges and perfect patterns left over from some autumn song.  This leaf above was found a year ago and sits in a jar on a dresser that stands against the wall at the foot of my bed.  This leaf lies patiently waiting for me on certain days to pick it up and twirl it in my fingers as if the dance is not over.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Winding Down

The winter wind is shushing me
too loudly
pursing cold lips
against the flat window pane
and hissing and moaning
like some rude, unloved librarian,
having turned out 
all the lights,
having re-shelved 
all her dusty books
so that tables are cold-heartedly bare,
having glared with Stygian determination
across the vast echoes of time depleted of hope, 
drawing a gray bedraggled curtain
partially hiding that steel/still cold moon
as if darkening the winter night
with its pinpoint star...stark darkness
hurling one last angry rattle
to check 
that the doors are indeed locked
before throwing her cape across the gust
and pushing the wind
to bang relentlessly at my door.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Polar Bear Plunge

Average morning temperature this week has been 27 degrees.  The bird bath is heated and we still have one or two of those birds that want to take a polar bear plunge.

They arrive nice and early as the sun hits the deck outside my bedroom window.

The sun hits the window and they cannot see we are still in bed watching them!  All they see is their handsome reflection.  "Looking good after that workout."

Bravely, this titmouse takes the plunge.  The water is nicely warmer than the air.

"Now, where did I leave that towel?"

Sunday, January 11, 2015

You Can't Stand the Truth

The camera can be deceitful and not portray the whole picture.  While setting the table for dinner I looked out the window which gives me such nice sunsets over the river and saw that we were going to have one of those broad-spectrum palettes from purples to red-orange as the sun disappeared over the edge of the peninsula.  I grabbed my little camera and hurried out onto the deck and took the photo below.

Note the little bit of fog on the lense that shows how quickly the camera reacted to the actual air temperature.  I had been inside all day hiding from the 27 F degree temperatures and finding plenty to keep me busy.  I knew it was cold outside and I had no need to test that knowledge.  To admit that it was a shock standing on my deck in the strong winds that whipped around my thin clothes as I tried to focus on this magnificent sunset would be a well-watered-down statement.  My fingers were almost stiff by the time I returned inside having snapped only three or four quick shots.  But to help you understand what the arctic air truly felt like, I added a gradient filter and created a more realistic photo below to show that this is what winter is on this evening!