Roseland Cottage Woodstock Ct.
Spring a time of indecision
old glass wrinkled with age
new glass a clear vision
calendar says spring
cold breezes repeat winter
sometimes short sleeves
see through blouses and scarfs
Daffodils sometimes covered with snow
But Tulips arrive and paint a new season
A Monet palette as buds turn to blooms
New life, new creations welcome all.
The poets were out last night and every Thursday evening and Sunday Afternoon at The Bean and Leaf in New London Ct. words of truth, words of passion, some playful, some angry all thoughtful resting in my mind providing new insights to old truths. Images of Spring and hope abound as ideas are planted like seeds to grow in this garden merging old wrinkled glass with a clear vision. enjoy pjc
New London Nights
Spring through the lens another place another time
This is completely unrelated to art, but this image will separate the field-dependent from the field-independent people in the population pretty dramatically. As one cursed with field dependence, your watermark appears to me to be going downhill. Like I said – not too relevant.
But on an artistic note – well done, as always! I’ll need to visit this place one day soon.
Peter J. Crowley says
It does appear off but when measured on a line gauge an antique printing tool from the base of the type to the top of the image it is only at most a point off. I think it is an optical illusion due to the angle of the window frame. enjoy pjc
Points and Picas
Hey Pete remember me (Mike at the Bean and leaf thursday april 9th) I just thought I’d say hello. Not much going on here. I’m hoping to make it up there this Sunday on the 19th. Hope to see you there.
Ah, Spring, ambiguous I agree. Sometimes life looks better through the wrinkled glass, specially after surveying all the sweat & toil needed to clean up the winter debris in the yard. In my case, an antler or two along with wheelbarrows full of twigs and leaves. Those perky daffodils taunt us with their sunny dispositions. Yeah, they've been asleep for more than half a year. All and all the better temps are enough to put a smile on my face, but it's only April, the month of extremes as far as the weatherman sees it. However, seeing all the new green emerging from the dirt and rubble does rejuvenate a thought or two in this old and wrinkly brain. Something about the drone of lawnmowers and touring bikes makes me cringe as they punctuate the backyard solace. More than likely it's the doppler effect of deafening bass speakers working their way through the streets that has me winch just a bit. I swear you can hear them for a mile! Time for a trip to Baxter State Park… do you know how far you have to drive to not even hear the sound of the freeway? Ah, Spring!