crows at daybreak
March 29, 2012
I seem to be at a low spot.
Have some crows. At dawn.
yesterday’s moon
March 29, 2012
Another try at a dark evening sky with a sliver of moon and trees scraping it.
another crow
March 27, 2012
A crow, on a fence. It needs more contrast, but I like his shape.
Another migraine this morning, although I managed to beat it into submission by late afternoon. Missing Al, who is traveling.
trees and a sliver of moon
March 26, 2012
I've been looking so hard for things that are (still) gray or white, and I forgot about all the dark things. Like a night sky, and trees against the moon. So I might be able to make it to the end of the month without color, although it is certainly getting more and more difficult.
crow tail
March 25, 2012
I do seem to be seeing crows everywhere. And geese. Great long skeins of Canada geese are honking and barking across the sky, following the big river and stopping over in the meadows and marshes along the edge.
casting class
March 24, 2012
Not choosing actors for parts. Not fishing with thin lines and flies. Not throwing things.
Casting and molding class today, a different class at the museum school. I loved the teacher, we did interesting and exciting things, and this is the first thing I made. It reminded me of pressing shells and sticks into sand and pouring plaster into it. I think I made a dragon that way. It was lovely.
This was pressing a lot of fossils and modern shells into clay, and then making a mold of it. I like the way things overlap. You can see two trilobites, and a lot of coiled shells and several brachiopod impressions.
I felt so odd from napping and waking up badly that even though I made a circle it was very ugly.
one lone crow
March 22, 2012
The absurd weather continues.
Alice was suggesting things I could put on circles, and I kept saying no, I hadn't seen that this month. And I realized the circles this month are very strongly tied to things I've actually seen. Probably as a result of the original inspiration; the snowstorm at the beginning of the month. Which is why I will probably not make one with a moose, unless a moose crosses my path, or a bear, for the same reason.
Aerin's Young Man joined us for circus – he's strong and surprisingly flexible, but oddly floppy in the middle. Handstands are really strange for him. But it is nice to have another sturdy person around.
foggy woods
March 21, 2012
While the afternoons have been bright and sunny and hot, the mornings have been close and mysterious and foggy. Not quite so foggy I feel I should install a foghorn on my van, but enough that I go carefully. This morning I rode Nuada out into the foggy woods. I felt like a phantom, gray horse, gray day, slipping through the trees and fog.
catkins
March 20, 2012
The pussy willows are out in force and going from their soft silver to spikier yellow gold and green.
Google says it is the first day of spring. Going by our weather today, and the forecast for the week, it feels more like summer. Fistfuls of horse hair are shedding off all the horses at the barn, and with the ground unfrozen and good for rolling they are all looking their most disreputable. Even the very fancy horse we call the George Clooney horse (because he is such a superstar) is dusty, shedding and itchy.
Sycamore
March 19, 2012
Stopped under the champion Sycamore tree in the center of Sunderland, and talking with Rose about what it would be like to explore the tree, if I could just climb up there. The first fork is enormous – it looks more like a landscape than a tree. Some branches are large enough to fall asleep on.
This is a good start, but the view up into the branches needs more twigs and smaller branches.
Lee Thomson 