Today is another grey, cold day. I thought it would brighten up things to break out some water colors and paint something cheerful to share. Although the media is not my forte it sufficed the task at hand. I know that we are all waiting for the season of spring. The snow still coats the frozen ground. However, just a week ago as I walked the Sussex trail, I discovered green vegetation that lingered on since last summer. Very odd indeed for the month of February!
Spring transforms the landscape into bright yellow forsythias, ruby red tulips, daffodils, deep blue crocus and budding trees. A burst of natures hues is what everyone enjoys. Planting seedlings and turning over the soil that lay dormant during winter. Preparing, organizing tools, garden beds and peat pots for plantings. Yes, this is the time of year that I enjoy, and helping to create a spectacular Spring transformation.
Winter so far is revealing itself as a charm. Sleeping and creeping weather wise. Sunday was warmer than Saturday, overcast and a melancholy type of day. To my surprise grasses and some plants are rejuvenating growth. The birds were out as if it were the beginning of Spring. I was walking Lacey dog around the lake and she was snooping under a lush evergreen bush. And this is how I discovered a beautiful group of leaves. One looks like it is being chewed on by some type of critter but still reveals to us a story.
The holidays are here and watching ones weight seems to be striking a cord at social media outlets. Not to worry – if you are concerned about loosing weight and artistically creative there are ways to bite the hunger pains by following some simple strategies. Although my situation is that I am not watching my weight by design. Here are some short clips about my dining experience from last year and this year!
Today I took a bicycle spin into the trail.It was just after noon time and the sky was clear blue. The lighting was overwhelming even in the woods. Shadows cast everywhere, the light was very strange and also experienced many moods for one day. I decided not to edit out any photos and you will find part one to be very different from part two. In a way the day captures become a study about light that I want to share.
Today my bicycle had a flat tire. It was a slow leak and not noticed until the end of the day at home. That tire did get a few years wear and allot of miles, so I really cannot complain. The next series of nature captures will be when it snows! I have allot of material to start creating, experimenting on the art-side.
It was sun-down, the dense woods quickly became very dark, still and quiet. Not a gray squirrel or native bird species could be heard rustling about the fragile dry fallen leaves. All the brown acorns, colorful red, blue berries were collected for a day. It was a time for animals to seek out home shelters that are lined into vine draped hollowed out trees and moss dressed fallen logs. There was an overwhelming sense of peace within the deep golden opulent light embracing the lake and brooks. I decided to venture off trail to seize another perspective of this vast serene lake. In order to avoid stepping on any small critters, I took meaningful steps through thickly lined ground cover and dense prickly bushed foliage. Suddenly as I turned around heading back to my Cannondale mountain bicycle there appeared out of no-where, a silver white-haired man. He was walking directly into my path. Was this an undercover man in black? Congressman? CEO? A conservation trail agent in disguise? It was quite inconvenient to see a well attired man in the woods. After-all, my trail-side dress consisted of wearing deceased dads muted green cotton canvas Trails End jacket, my hair tucked up under a bright woolen red beret and soiled black stretched bicycle pants. A total messy sight in the woods with a bicycle and a camera! He observed that I was taking pictures and communicated his surprise to see what the lake had to offer from another angle. With camera in hand this gentleman precisely point clicked at the lakeside. I failed to mention about any blood thirsty tics, fleas, snakes that could be encountered in a wooded environment. Perhaps people have to experience the finding of pricking seeded thorns in-bedded into clothing after ventures in the woods. It has to be a earned right of passage that an adventurer must endure. A process of acceptance by the trail-side woods. He did suggest that the lake must possess beautiful lighting at sunrise. I cited about the black bears and expressed my concerns to never venture alone at that time on a desolate trail. We had a brief conversation about trail conditions for bicycle riding and size of tires that works best for riding a rugged terrain. The conversation flowed into my earlier day-time discovery, a description about a woman who zipped along the trail but also stopped her travel to say hello. Fortunately, I was able to capture the tire! She had a groovy cool Trek mountain bicycle that had fitted super wide black rubberized tires to its specifically designed and re-engineered frame. After my inspection I found out that this generation of trail transportation was also light weight! It would also be a wonder to see a solar-powered mechanism attached to it! Now that would be a ride! The mysterious man and I parted, going our separate ways like we had found each other. I shouted out about where he could find my captures on the web and at LemonChronicle. Hey! You have to network everywhere and even in the woods at sun-down!