Archive for 'Songs of Water'

Spring’s Migration

March 10th, 2009 – 7:50 pm

March winds
filled with rain
Sky patterns
dull glimmers
Sap flowing again
fragrant promises rise from the river     pull softly
A snow pool ripples
soon it will be migrating
on the back of the wind

March Wind ~ Columbia River Gorge
watercolour 11″ x 15″

Rain into the lake

July 14th, 2008 – 10:04 pm

one of my favorite melodies

rain on rock and soft patters on flat water

Nearly home

July 14th, 2008 – 10:02 pm

She has so many faces

soft and warm in summer flowing over the tideflats making delicious swimming
or dark and grey covered with chop
I find her beautiful in all of her guises
This place is very close to home

wind rocks the heart

July 13th, 2008 – 11:48 pm

Wind rocks the heart


creek in my veins

April 28th, 2008 – 5:56 pm

29 April | 6 sumar day
Namnsdag Kennet
kenneth, Kent
Rune Ken: inner wisdom
Ignites the fire within us

Laugh and call of spring is splashing down from the mountains a gold and silver music threading through the forest.
can you hear
the creek running
in your veins?
Sunlight in water washes over the land carrying the message everywhere….

The flaw is the invitation

March 30th, 2008 – 10:07 pm

The Flaw is the Invitation

(click image to enlarge)

Empty spaces left
to be filled
with experiences and memories
stored in another’s heart.

The fragments are from the lower right corner of the painting.

Icicle Creek (collection of the artist)

Open to the sky

January 7th, 2008 – 9:31 pm

Open to the sky

Drift, break apart and again

Still a cloudless heart


January 2nd, 2008 – 10:54 pm

Places in my past often lie behind my paintings.
When I was a young woman I lived in the Canadian Rockies. My partner and I had developed a liking for ice climbing. On one adventure we decided a particular frozen chute required maximum daylight to ascend. We drove out the afternoon before and set up camp […]

At the Water’s Edge

July 14th, 2007 – 5:08 pm

during the summer night
I talk to
the stones at the water’s edge
and they answer
but I don’t know their language
Nils-Aslak Valkeapää