22 Oct 2006
I wish there was a way to bottle up days like this and then keep them handy for those other days when the air is stagnant and pungent.
Cold winds blowing straight through the soul and out again, like some kind of detox elixir.
Bright copper oak leaves. Gem-like deep burgundy sumak leaves. Cheery red sasafrass leaves.
Brillant blue sky.
Land. Hills, trails, draws, a pond, clearings, the creek, a little frog, a big rock with a frizzy sort of moss all over it.
Feeling so good tired at the end of the day.
16 Oct 2006
Okay, so here is a drawing Z did about three years ago. He was 4, almost 5. It was December 2003. This was before Z started drawing everything in stick figures... back then he drew what he saw. As you can plainly see, this is a portrait of his mom and dad. We are in the living room. I'm in the chair cozied up in a green throw blanket and J's kicked back on the couch. We are watching the movie Seabiscuit on TV. I was knitting also, and if you look closely you can sort of see the knitting needles.
I don't know why Z stopped drawing like this. He would really get in the zone. This one took about 25 minutes or so.
I am showing this because I found it the other day when I was going through a box of old papers and letters. Finding it made my day.