Friday, January 15, 2016

Friday at the Feeder

From my sketchbook...
There is a movement out there of urban sketch booking or travel sketch booking or sketching wherever you just might happen to be.  I'm starting to get the hang of it, but I have to say it takes a different skill set than botanical and natural science art.

Thursday, January 14, 2016

An Ordinary Evening in New Haven



XXVIII from An Ordinary Evening in New Haven by Wallace Stevens

If it should be true that reality exists
In the mind: the tin plate, the loaf of bread on it,
The long-bladed knife, the little to drink and her

Misericordia, it follows that
Real and unreal are two in one: New Haven
Before and after one arrives or, say,

Bergamo on a postcard, Rome after dark,
Sweden described, Salzburg with shaded eyes
Or Paris in conversation at a café.

This endlessly elaborating poem
Displays the theory of poetry,
As the life of poetry. A more severe,

More harassing master would extemporize
Subtler, more urgent proof that the theory
Of poetry is the theory of life,

As it is, in the intricate evasions of as,
In things seen and unseen, created from nothingness,
The heavens, the hells, the worlds, the longed-for lands.


Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Tower of Red

The Wells Fargo Bank Building still getting it's Christmas on.  It was a dark night in the city of New Haven last Saturday.  A few more photos to come - nothing special though.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Mother and child

No matter how large or old our children get we carry them with us wherever we go.

Saturday, January 9, 2016

The bush on fire

The first of five questions Moses asked of God, "I must turn aside and look at this great sight, and see why the bush is not burned up." - Exodus 3: 3.

In the middle of golds and grey's stood this bush with brilliant berries, it looked like a bush on fire in Racebrook Track.