THE TREES and THE FOREST

Pine Creek Pass

Transparent Watercolor 14x10 on Arches 140 cold press

Every time I paint a picture with a lot of trees 

I swear I'll never do it again.  

Then there is this beautiful day

--after a rain

--in the spring

--in the mountains 

that I want to remember.  

So how do you get a location 

and the scent of evergreen 

and the feel of mist 

out of your head and on to a flat surface?  

Impossible.  

This is the second attempt and is still a disappointment.  

Maybe I set myself up for failure.  

Maybe I should just listen to Joyce Kilmer.

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Our choicest plans have fallen through,

Our airiest castles tumbled over,

Because of lines we nearly drew

And later neatly stumbled over.

Piet Hein 

SKIING IN SUDS

Just for reference, the Harriman State Park mailbox 

looks like this in the summer.

 It looked like this yesterday.

  Yes, a LOT of feathery, powdery snow had fallen. 

Things were slow at work.

Temperatures weren’t bad, 

and there was no wind. 
So I took the day off and headed for the woods.  

I knew the cross-country trail conditions

wouldn’t be great, but the powder was 

so deep that most of the time 

I couldn’t even see my skis.  

It was kind of like skiing through a bubble bath.

Fluff was stacked in heaps on everything.

This is the back of my mitten.  

Notice how small the snowflakes are.

You can’t tell me in all the ba-jillions of flakes out there—

that there weren’t one or two that were just alike.

The trails were easy to follow, 

even though they hadn’t been groomed for two days.  

However, there was a hazard to be considered.  

At unpredictable, random moments 

the snow would release from the branches 

and come cascading down.  There was no way 

to know when it would dump. 

As I went along I could see 

small avalanches happening all around me.

To give a sample of what it looked like

 I shoved a ski pole into a branch with my camera at the ready.

 It didn’t take much to trigger a demonstration.

 Aaaarrrrrrrrggggggghh!

 Ppptttttthhhhhhhttttt!!  

The things I do for a photograph.

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Dust of Snow

by Robert Frost

The way a crow

Shook down on me

The dust of snow

From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart

A change of mood

And saved some part

Of a day I had rued.

THEY'RE BAAAACK!

Brace yourself.

The university students have returned from Christmas break.

  Bless their hearts.

Even those who’ve experienced driving in winter conditions seem to have forgotten all after spending a couple of weeks on dry roads.  They hurtle their autos down streets and slide through stop signs.  They miss the curves and end up on the lawn.  There’s nothing worse than seeing a sports car with California plates spinning toward you like a hockey puck.

 The Canadians are the exception. 

 They have the ice driving down.

They spin donuts in the parking lots and think they are

the stars of The Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift.

The population of the town doubles overnight.

Often the student arrives with a parent.

 Sometimes the whole family comes along.

 For at least a week our grocery store isles will be clogged with carts

 surrounded by moms, dads and youngsters

 making earth shaking decisions about which box of cereal to buy

---at a speed that makes glaciers look swift. 

If the students are smart they’ll drain dad’s account

 while mom is there with teary eyes.  

Because they know it will be ramen noodles for the rest of the semester.

 Once again our streets will be filled with stunning young ladies

 in fine, if impractical, fashion.  After a few weeks in the 

slush ice, drifts and blowing snow, the fur trimmed high heel boots

 and tight jeans just don’t seem like such a great idea.

 We welcome the students here to try their wings 

 spend money, and add humor and smiles to a dreary time. 

There’s nothing like dragging yourself to Walmart

 in a blizzard for cough syrup and there find roommates

 in Santa hats and big smiles giving each other rides in the shopping carts.

Bless their hearts.