Posts Tagged ‘Snow’

Moving out of El Dorado and down the road a piece…more of that snow and sky duet with a knock-down beautiful fence cutting across an otherwise naked field.

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A couple of things: click on the picture for a larger view. This is practically a thumbnail and as such, simply doesn’t do the scene justice.  Also, the white (-ish) background does get lost in the blog theme background colors.

I did multiple shots of the fence–both long and individual sections– and as I play with/edit those, I’ll post. They are minimalist paintings. Question: Why did I not wait till I had worked them all to my satisfaction and then publish a series?  Well, honestly, I couldn’t because I really really like this one and my Delayed Gratification wiring seems to be malfunctioning. 

Seriously. This happens to me a lot. When you get older, stuff wears out.

An afternoon of snowshoeing through the most glorious winter woods you could imagine turned into an overnight in Egg Harbor when wind and snow made a return drive to Green Bay impossible.

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Good friends, big fireplace, good wine and much snappy conversation can tame a snowstorm any day.

Wisconsin on Wednesday

A quick tour of the backyard around 2:00 and then it was back inside to the fireplace.

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North of Menasha and south of Wrightstown, a mile or so off the main road. A short access road, cross some railroad tracks and pass a gate posted “No Trespassing.”  There was no other signage nor indicator as to who/what owned this area. If pressed, I would suggest maybe the railroad.

I entered through the opening between the gate and the fence and if I could saunter in, so could anybody, because let’s face it: my days as a potential Cat Woman stunt-double are in my rear view mirror. Therefore, I took the whole “No Trespassing” thing as maybe a suggestion, just as I always felt the assigned task of finding x in Algebra was meant to be taken more ironically than literally.

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Snow,  heavy and wet, started Sunday afternoon. Monday morning felt as though we’d all fallen into a brilliant blue and white painting.

Beautiful as it was, I went outdoors reluctantly, not really sure what I was looking for.

I heard them coming before they appeared over the treeline.

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Strung across the sky, the geese are lines of calligraphy.

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Zen koans for the earthbound.