Summer Days

 Dahlias in the low light of New Years Eve.

 I turned a corner and there they were in their discrete beauty. When I was a child they were flowers that Grandma's grew and looked the same, now their subtlety encourages me.

 And in our garden magnolias burst forth one by one.

 I was out hunting weeds and enjoying the variety of plants, insects and the sounds of birds. I'm maintaining a grassland that really wants to go back to forest. One day we will live there again and livestock will do the job for me, but I probably won't see the glory of these plants getting to go through their life cycle.

 In the top left hand corner is a spider. I saw and walked through so many webs.

 I was drawn to the lines drawn in nature by the decaying tree.

Rushes are something that I don't want when 'farming', but they have such a wonderful form.

A Nativity Mural

The kids at Jaffas worked on this. I had to do a bit of finishing off, but love the effects.

Zae Between Joy and Despair

The journey of Zae Between Joy and Despair

Restless Something

The itchy urge to make something.

Before the War

We listened to this as we drove the roads around here. I really enjoyed the story and the authorial voice intervening from time to time, responding to her own creation. The death of Vivienne its concatenations spiraling through the characters lives.

 

Oliver Jeffers

I acquired this book and am enjoying it immensely. I like the glimpses into an artists meandering way.

Extravagance Decays

Camellias lie rebuilding the soil.

Floral Tribute to Spring

I can't claim the flowers, just barrowing the mulch, however they are wonderful.

Paintings in Albumin Tempera

I wasn't too excited by these while I was painting them. They were frustratingly, not delightful, but with the distance of time and photograph I can feel some delight.

 

Life Continues to Happen

 Blossom the hope of new life.

 A prosaic image seen askew draws me reappraise what is interesting.

 Figures and lines.

 The shore line was littered with shells.

A slumbering weight balanced in the sky.

Wattles in Spring

There hints that warmth is coming back as wattles mark it out