I wander the hills, at times finding animal bones that sustained coyotes I heard celebrating into the night. Knowing they howl when they make a kill, the bones are a stark confirmation ~ they do rejoice!
At 2AM I lay awake, listening… Sometimes they come so close, I open my window and howl back, imagining their surprised brown eyes staring back at me. I hear them lope away thru the rustle of grass.
“Coyote under Red Moon” 🌙 critter painting for sale- $78. Gouache on Arches fine art wc paper. 8″square.
Now, after fall caresses the air and summer’s heat has done her work, I pack my treasures home. I’ve always collected nature’s gifts. These bones are cleaned by nature’s whim, slowly stripped white.
Bones of a living being are metaphors that all is slowly evolving into something else.
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth
A stunning vista of light and shadow ~
A vision in greens, of large , shining puddles reflecting sky, a reservoir that is filling fast.
Blessed rain has been so ample, falling tonight again for what may be another gully-washer!
And In seconds my view out the barn window was but a memory…
When it is dark enough,
you can see the stars.
~ralph waldo emerson
pink sheep and spotted donkey picnicking in the moonlight
I have discovered more than once in my life that money is not my passion. Making money is not my passion. Learning HOW to make money is not my passion. In fact I hardly care about money at all. I shall admit money is not something I worry about too much of the time. For better or worse… In fact, I avoid having anything to do with it! It is more out of habit than any other peculiar trait. I refuse to let money run my life. Sometimes, because of what we do to make a living, we are fine with our income and sometimes we are broke. I don’t like being paid once a year since we can rarely make it all the way thru to the next check… Could anyone? But that’s the way it is and has been for decades.
As my readers know by now, we are growers of grapes, cows, pastures, too many undone chores to count, veggies, broken pipes or something else and very unkempt gardens… I swear like a sailor. There ARE worse things! Continue Reading