Tuesday, August 3, 2010

DAY 34

"Snake River Serenade" 9x13" Oil on Canvas Board

"The ends of the earth stand in awe at the sight of your wonders. Lands of sunrise and sunset you fill with your joy." —Psalm 65

Geese flying in formation, a family of otters splashing and playing in the marshy reeds on the sandy river bank below, flocks of Great White Pelicans swooping low skimming the water's edge with wings outstretched, ducks, graceful long necked heron, osprey with their dazzling white and black streaked wings soaring overhead then perching in the top of an old dead tree, rumors heard of the sighting of a bald eagle in that same tree earlier in the day, and there is Dave's line rippling on top of sparkling reflections, darting back and forth from the air to the surface of the water, a tiny fly hopping along hoping to be swallowed up into the mouth of an unsuspecting speckled trout. I've got my own brush of a lure reaching out in searching, grasping in my mind to touch those upside down glassy mirrors of pines and oceans of sky, cornering and trapping it all onto my canvas. We are all alone here in this wild outdoor wilderness watching, waiting in humble gratitude and joy for this moment in time ... swept away by the breeze and the drooping sun over the mountain tops... not even a single bite today, yet we feasted. 


  1. . . . I love your last sentence -- maybe Dave's not the only poet in the family!

  2. Living with a poet is contagious...just wish I knew what I was doing.