Time: No Day but Today
It seems fitting to me that we are pondering “Time” just now as we move from one year to the next. I looked in the mirror on the first day of 2019 and thought, “this is my seventy second New Year’s Day,” and I could see, in my well-worn face
November Rain in the Wetlands
My friend and I walk in the morning in the wetlands. It is a world of water and the life that is drawn to the wetland. The beavers have returned and flooded our trails and changed the landscape, but we are undeterred and skirt the edges of new water and
The rain has started
I live in a suburb of Portland, Oregon in the US Pacific Northwest and when I tell people, who have never been here that, they usually say, “oh–doesn’t it rain there all the time?” We nod and shake our heads sadly and agree that, yes, it rains here all the
When the lights come on and the stars come out…
“Night” is my theme, the one I had the pleasure of proposing to the group, so you might suppose that I would have had an idea of what I was going to make before I proposed the theme. I didn’t and I struggled to come up with a good idea.
"Night": prompt #7
“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.” -Vincent Van Gogh Cafe Terrace at Night, Vincent Van Gogh We Cloth-in-commoners have been together long enough now that I think I have a sense of what you all are about and so I
"We've all come to look for America . . ."
That’s our little red Prius out on the road... Three years ago my husband, Ray, and I embarked on a 9,000 mile road trip across America and back. We set off with a plan, a sense of adventure and the sound of Simon and Garfunkle echoing in my head
The back roads
Road. That’s the theme this round, and this was the first thing that I thought of when I read the prompt: This is a painting I just love– “Garroby Hill” by David Hockney–and I will confess that the piece I am working on for the challenge owes more than
Spring Rain
I live in Western Oregon and here spring is alternately a wonderful riot of color, especially a particularly shocking shade of green, or it is gray-lavender skies and mud and pouring rain. My first inclination when I thought about how I was going to interpret “Spring” was to focus on
Spring Fever
I’ve never been quite sure what “spring fever” really is. Sometimes it seems to mean something positive—renewed energy, the appreciation of the beauty of the return of good weather and blooming flowers and growing things. Sometimes it’s something else—lethargy, lack of focus, schoolchildren restlessly letting their minds wander far