trees bare of leaves
empty tracks of times gone by
the sun settling down
*
leaves are gone
old trains never to return
the time has come
Fallen leaves will never return, old train lines no longer run, but the sun. . .oh, the sun.
1867. do your own thing!
two cyclamen
sitting on the windowsill, each
doing its own thing
Cyclamen, members of the primrose family, grow well in the garden or indoors with blossoms that bloom upside down! Inside cyclamen make good houseplants that can flower nearly continuously thru every season. These two flowers always cheer me. They’re the same and yet. One red one pink, one bigger one smaller, one taller one shorter, one older one younger. Nothing shy or bashful about the little one, she gets right in there and struts her stuff!
1866. anticipation
counting down,
thinking about the good times
it’s never too early!
1865. super-duper!
in bright sunlight
the white oak in autumn
turns coppery
Standing back to take it all in, that white oak tree is super-duper, beyond superlatives. Just look at it! To give you a better sense of its magnitude, look at the base of the tree, just left of the trunk, and zoom in, really zoom in, on the teeny-tiny bit of white. That’s Dan standing there!
1864. now and then
an old woman
goes out to view the setting sun
one more time
This time of year, Sunday means football day. I’ve always liked football and I enjoy watching a good game. I remember how as a young girl it was so fun to go out and play touch football with all the kids around the corner from my old house. Yesterday, inbetween games, I went out for a walk to move after sitting inside for hours. I got in my steps for the day, breathed in the fresh air, and looked around. This time of year with shorter days and colder temperatures, especially as the sun goes down, the skies are so beautiful.
1863. music man
no need for fortune
or fame, just makin’ music
and singin’ his song
That’s Dan, he’s my kinda man. 🎶
1862. momijigari
on the trail, red leaves
stopping me in my tracks—
momijigari🍁
Momijigari, “red leaf hunting,” is the cultural tradition in Japan of viewing the changing leaves of autumn. It is a quiet activity that reflects deep appreciation of Nature’s fleeting beauty and honors the passage of time and impermanence of life.
1861. peace
gentle giant
symbol of peace, goodwill
and harmony
“Peace Be With You” —11x9” — Origami
Peace begins with each one of us. “When you make peace within yourself, you make peace with the world.” Maha Ghosananda
1860. at the Michener
from every angle
so much to observe and share
wow! wow! wow!
That’s Rachel and Gloria absorbed in observing the fabulous collection of art by Peter Paone on display at the Michener Museum, now thru March 15, 2026. This exhibition, “Not So Still Life,” of acrylic paintings is gorgeously stunning, exciting, inspiring. I must go see it again!
1859. sun or moon?
on the forest floor
one orange mushroom glowing
like the setting sun
-or-
is that the harvest moon
coming down, coming down
to the ground?!
Among the withering leaves, fresh life springs up. Life goes on.
1858. salute to Conan
a super hero
on and off the battlefield—
this is Conan
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again—I love dogs. I have long admired their loyalty and aliveness, their keen sense of awareness, and love of play. Military service dogs are whole other breed. I’ve read books, listened to stories, watched movies. Their intelligence and uncanny smarts, their grace, agility, skill, dedication and selfless service are incomparable.
Conan was a veteran of the US Special Operations Command, and served in 50 combat missions. He was awarded the Animals in War and Peace Medal of Honor. I painted his portrait in 2020, a 10x8” acrylic.
1857. together
flying high…inch by inch
the snail and the butterfly—
far out!
I created this piece and only later discovered a children’s book titled, “The Snail and The Butterfly,” a heartwarming story about a snail who wants to fly and an old butterfly who questions why. The moral of the story: curiosity and wisdom together will take you far on the journey of life. Far out! 🐌&🦋
1856. here’s mikey!
commercial timeout:
…so mikey rolls over for
a little catnap!
Slept in…got up late…no new picture to post…so, here’s Mikey again. Sunday football, time out for a commercial and she rolls over for a quick cat nap.😽
1855. a 1000 words
not moving a hair
the dog just sitting there with
a 20 dollar bill
They say a picture is worth a 1000 words. Last night Dan sent me this picture. Now there’s a story! The old dog, he looks like the sweetest puppy, passively sitting there, cute as can be, a 20 dollar bill tucked in his harness. I wonder what he’s up to.
1854. look and see
orange in the leaves
orange in the chilly pond—
it must be autumn
*
taking time to look
what’s there in front of my eyes?
i see goldfishes!
Things were moving there deep down in the chilly pond. Zoom in, look close, find the slender, bright orange shapes just like the orange leaves, but they’re not leaves. See the goldfish!
1853. night at the movies
movie: sorta special
but the moon—oh, the moon
super special!
Inside we were the only two people in the theater watching the movie “Nouvelle Vague,” like a private screening, sorta special. Dan got up right in front of the screen and took a pose. Outside after the movie, I looked up at the nighttime sky, hoping to find Orion. All I could see was the full moon, it was really special. They said it was a supermoon, the biggest brightest moon of the year!🤩
1852. together
one small step for man
one small step for man’s best friend
together all the way
“If you want to go fast go alone, if you want to go far go together.” Life is much better together.
1851. the little tree
in the meadow
the little tree, all alone
pretty as a peach
“The beauty of life is in small details, not in big events.” — Jim Jarmusch
1850. catnap
mikey likes to sleep
with one paw over her eye
and glitter ball close😽
Hey, will somebody please close the curtains!
1849. ah haa!
stopped at the stop sign
looking up and looking down
blowing bubbles
Driving around, looking around. So what if half the time I don’t know what I’m looking for. Sooner or later, something always shows up. It’s not always easy. I just have to make sure to get outside and look around. . .at the flowers, the trees, and listen to birds who keep on singing no matter what.
1849. November 1
six thirty-three am
something popped into my head:
o - r - i - o - n
I was just sitting here in my reading chair this morning when “Orion” popped into my head. Orion is my favorite constellation of stars. I used to look up into the nighttime sky to see the Mighty Warrior’s stance, legs long and wide, bow and arrow taking aim. It always inspired me. Orion is visible in the Northern Hemisphere during the winter months, rising from the east around November and reaching its highest point in the southern sky around March. Today is November 1. . .time to start looking!
(This is an old drawing that came to me in a class where the teacher said, put some dots on the paper, then connect them.)
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