Tree voices in the distance
the breeze carries them
closer
Soft morning light
ties branches, earth
to another day.

Ah, fires of winter

quick flashes at dawn and dusk

if only they lasted longer

title: Warming Slope, original painting
medium: watercolour|lacquer on paper
8″x8″ image matted 14″x14″ floated within white archival mat, protected in acetate sleeve
$175.00 US  plus shipping
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Playing in the mud - one of my favorite things.

The talismans have grown out of my interest in Scandinavian mythology, runic symbols and history. Or her story as in the example that follows.

Unn the Deep Minded:
Unn was an Icelandic chieftain who is often credited with bringing democracy to Iceland and Scotland as well as […]

Happy new year by the old reckoning.

Brightest blessings of this solstice dawn ~

Tracks in the snow, bobcat’s crossing over coyote’s and hare’s. Signs of life everywhere.

The Sami say:

We are born out of the heart of the White Reindeer
Born of Ellun into Illian

(born of radiance into joy)
 

This is the Mother’s night, last of the winter-nights, ladder to the milkyway the soul bridge, the third night of the standstill before Solstice dawns. Tonight according to ancient myth ellen, […]

I’m in Heaven
What is it about snow?

Thomas replies: chiillinnnnggg North as well,
near your sea heart, snow kissing salty water’s edge

Snow, blue teal sky reflection of winter
much about life
crystal:reflection
and expansion of…
energy
or mayhaps being,
just being
Now i think, for just a moment,
snow paints the landscapes dreamed,
defines margins between what?
Perhaps a kind tickle or laugh of cedar bows caressed […]

..
Raven

White Raven
The Blessing

Soul’s bridge

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A young Bobcat is peering in the window next to me.  Guess he is just checking to see if I am really home.
I say he because Ulli-Maki and he were nose to nose through the glass and Ulli-Maki was puffed up defending his territory. He coos to the gals…
Life resumes.
Mark’s surgery appears to be a […]

Don’t let that innocent look fool you. This guy grew up on the mountain ridge and still has some pretty fierce moves for all that he’s become something of a marshmallow. He came down off the mountain and took up residence on the roof for about six months while courting Zamma (who was 21 […]

Jupiter and Venus,
Wisdom and beauty
Heart and soul
Ours, if we look up
Ours, if we choose
(view outside my bedroom window)