Just some of the moods we feel and most of the time, don't express. We don't want to bother, we don't want to talk, we don't want to reveal. We smile, we joke, laugh, talk loud, we hide, and like umbrellas we hold close protecting us from the rains.
This was on Sunday, altho it could have been any day of the week; this little skiff is always here, hanging out, going no-place, bobbin up and down rain or shin. Paint fading and peeling tied to a buoy for who knows how long, I wonder, would it be worth setting it afloat.
CLOSED 10X10 oil on canvas So I deiced to take this back road and see where it takes me. I had about an hour of sun left, getting little low on gas, looks like rain and the gas station is closed; what ells might be in store for me on this fine day.... Wait! are those flashing lights behind me?
Driving back from Cambria on Exit 29, a crazy and winding road, I rounded a corner and there, looming up over a hill was this barn. Finding a place to stop, I jumped out of my van, camera in hand. One shot was all that was needed of this beauty "standing proud".
was early morning with the sun peeking over the clouds; life was stirring under
roofs with coffee brewing, showers spraying, and people talking in
whispers.I on the other hand was on the
road with what seemed the only life was the one car heading in my direction and
the birds on the wire. (SOLD)
With the sun just coming up and the air thick with fog the house appeared to float in a field mustard greens. In the distance a ships horn called out, adding to this, the sound of gulls squawking to each other along the coast made for a beginning of a new day. I took one photo in this soft focus atmosphere and continued on my way with hope in my heart in anticipation of meeting her.
Within the shadows of the trees the air was cool and quiet; I stopped to enjoy, knowing once the fog rolls in another kind of magic and story would take place, but! for now, I just want to listen to the silence and dream
The sky was a crystal clear blue with wisps of vale like clouds that moved to air currents up high. Because it was still so early the ground fog lingered preventing me from getting on the road anytime soon. It only took one photo and I knew I had another painting in the making.