The Buddha Emerged

How a painting evolves!



Starting with an idea of color combinations,

adding some drips and swipes with the palette knife and then suddenly seeing a Buddha form appearing out of the rudimentary images -- a new painting came into being. I added it to my display at the gallery and within hours, a red dot appeared!

Winter Beach Walk

With a cold north wind at my back and the sun in my face, I took a long walk on the beach this afternoon. It was low tide so there was a lot to see at the water's edge and the walking was easy there along the wet sand. Most of the way it was very rocky.

The seagulls and I had the beach to ourselves, except for an occasional freighter.


Interesting debris on the beach today.

Taking a break and liberating the balloon.

Great blue heron on the fishing pier shortly before take off.
I don't know where the big bird was headed but I started for home at this point and then spotted some military jets off in the distance.

Redemption Song

I love this, another in the round the world series of soul-stirring classics. Be sure you watch full-screen to catch the sights.

Do you ever feel like you're being watched?

Ripped from another blog:

Tomorrow

Cigarette smoke hanging on
in the living room. The ship's lights
out on the water, dimming. The stars
burning holes in the sky. Becoming ash, yes.
But it's all right, they're supposed to do that.
Those lights we call stars.
Burn for a time and then die.
Me hell-bent. Wishing
it were tomorrow already.
I remember my mother, God love her,
saying, Don't wish for tomorrow.
You're wishing your life away.
Nevertheless, I wish
for tomorrow. In all its finery.
I want sleep to come and go, smoothly.
Like passing out of the door of one car
into another. And then to wake up!
Find tomorrow in my bedroom.
I'm more tired now than I can say.
My bowl is empty. But it's my bowl, you see,
and I love it.
-Raymond Carver

I've read this poem before and loved it. Carver lived somewhere in the Port Angeles area and I can imagine, if he were still alive, we could be watching the same ships pass in the dark, several hours apart, giving substance to the sense of time passing. More and more, time seems like a willful child, running away, staying out of reach, teasing and taunting, uncontrollable, knowing I can never get my hands on it to slow it down just a bit!