An Evening walk

I took a beautiful evening walk after dinner at the local park with my wife and dog. 

Many people were there enjoying the park, some were barbequing a late dinner in 

the long light of the approaching spring night, others were playing volleyball and 

there was a full fledged soccer game being played in the big ball field. 

A typical Americana scene and to top it off it was sunny with high white puffy clouds 

with a cool breeze blowing. We walked along a winding path that led through a 

small woods by a pond with ducks, newborn chicks were following their mother. 

Swallows flew overhead catching bugs in the air. As the path turned a corner there 

was bucolic view of an old barn while tall green and yellow grasses waved like 

water currents in the breezes. 

A perfect walk. 

Life goes on as we remember those that have made a difference.

Spring is upon us and it is time to think about being outdoors, the blossoms are budding, new green is appearing on the barren branches and Spring flowers are working their way up from the ground reaching for the sunlight.

I am now back at work in the studio carving whimsical shapes into pieces of apple wood tree that got trimmed in my back yard. Judging by the rings in the wood the tree is between 100 and 150 years old. This age gives the wood a rich color and a heavier then expected weight. It is a beautiful wood to work with. As I strip away the outer bark, a necessary step while the wood is still green and not dried out, I have time to think about many things.

Contemplating the shapes my new sculpture may take and the two canvases partially begun with under-painting drying and waiting for the next coat of paint in the upstairs painting studio. I am still unsure of the direction they will take. Thoughts of the new gallery I am signed with and how I can help them become successful in this soft market. It is a warm spring day filled with soft billowing clouds and blue sky a good day to be sitting out doing this chore in the sun-breaks that warm the air.

Now my mind turns to my old friend and teacher and I am thankful for all that he taught me. In my last few blogs I wrote about him, and this month Visual Language Magazine published the 13 pages of his work. This morning I got an email from Northwest Watercolor Society Magazine and they will publish a short article I wrote in the May-June issue of their magazine. It made me feel good to know that he will be remembered by more then a few close friends and family. His life impacted so many people in so many ways. Here is the short article...