Sunset over the lake and fisherman, WI

Lake of Wisconsin

It turns out that I will have to be more sporadic at the blog right now. The summer is here, and with it work is busy… Lots of places to go and see!   I will keep on keeping on, though!

The storms over the lake were amazing at night. The lighting lit up the room, and bolts seemed to shoot straight down into the lake in multiple pillars of light. Then the thunder shook the house. What a spectacular show!

Wisconsin

So flat! The trail was an easy walk. Ok, a bit humid and warm really. Nothing to see here, folks.

Wisconsin in May

Sketching about

Not boring?

Ever get a compliment that is .... well back handed, funny, and true?

I was told the other day that I'm not boring, I just get obsessed with boring things. I thought that was pretty good.

Strange Evening Photo

Sketch that became a painting

Beauty

so beautiful it broke me in two and ripped the soul right out of my body 

Current Baroque

It's filling in, bit by bit. I am starting to ge the feeling of it, of wandering up the path. 



Last from Smith Rock

More from Smith Rock

Monkey Face

Busy week

Nothing overly artistic thus far, but if anything pops up I will post. Otherwise, this is a work-work week... not an art-work-work week.

JAS

Wildlife on the drive

The Straight Hwy

It really is this straight. You could tie the steering wheel and take a nap. You don't... but you could.

Border Between Nevada and Oregon

This seemed apropos- driving to the Oregon border and come upon a rain storm.

Tahoe Winter

May Day!

Happy May Day too! I always get flowers on May Day.

Interesting Tuesday

Yesterday is the first day that I have ever seen juvenile delinquents in prison stripes. It did crack me up. I hope they are getting the message.

Otherwise I did a bit of painting after work, and went for a walk in the rain. The cows noted my presence. It was a nice, quiet evening.

As I start the day today at dawn, watching the light lift over a hillside I have looked at for awhile, I continue on this path of wondering what is fate? What does it mean to create your own fate? When does circumstance overcome choice and when does choice overcome circumstances.

I watched a program on art interviewing artists. One said that artists must spend time alone to create space for art. That is a very true statement.

I'm not sure how it all comes together yet. Standing in the center of the forest, all I see are trees.