The spirit of spring is stirring. Soon buds on trees and the glorious riot of bloomings
I felt stymied by the blank paper. Made a couple of lines with my pencil, and this is what happened. One of the chorus of critics, perhaps? Someone with big opinions but no hands to make things happen?
The return of the Dawn Chorus is bringing me much joy this spring
One of the pleasures of having a year unencumbered by work and social engagements (yes, that is a little tongue-in-cheek) is that I have been able to watch the sun rise from my east facing porch on many mornings. So I am feeling the progression of the seasons more deeply in my bones than I often get the time and leisure to do.
Happy Vernal Equinox everyone! The pathway to Spring is coming clear (despite the snow still piled in my yard)
equinox so an egg. I have no idea what the other things are doing in there though. Make up your own story.
I got tired of painting inside the lines. Take a break in the woods.
I find oranges and yellows more difficult than greens and blues. But anyway, this orangey completes the cycle of secondaries. I think I might change the color of the lines to make it sing better.
I think this is more what I had in mind!