Wednesday, June 20, 2018
Rhododendron bloom babies. And a baby bear halfway up a tree on the trail near my house, its mother nearby, naturally. (How can we live in a country that is standing by watching while the would-be dictator and his sycophants and stooges rip babies away from their parents?)
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Sunday, June 17, 2018
Michelle gave us a few daylily corms last fall, and this is today’s bloom. I’ve been not drawing much the past few weeks. That felt freeing for a while. But when I don’t draw something I more or less just glide over the surface: “nice daylily, that one too, ✅✅” , checking it off mentally, not spending time with it. I really miss seeing slowly for a few minutes a day.
It was fascinating to follow the intricacies of each petal, knowing that the form is so ephemeral and that even as I was drawing it, it was withdrawing water from the petal and gearing up for seed making.
So I numbered it, but I don’t have a goal beyond drawing something every day. At least for now.
Sunday, June 3, 2018
Feet seem to grow first, like slick black oversized swim fins.
The adolescent brood of 11 can now fly and have started chasing each other and attacking. The four parents seem to be booting them out.
Meanwhile the babies are staying in tight clutches (of five and of six) on the periphery. The parents are doing a lot of hissing at threats such as alien geese, ducks, people, dogs. Possibly the floods of the past week have them as tense as all the rest of us are.