The Earliest Frogs

I hear frogs. Yesterday a deluge. Wild storms ripped libs from the trees. Pounding rain left pools of cool spring water the vernal pools that invite the sleeping ones awaken. Imagine: your world is cold, solid, dark. You are one with the winter dream, until a trickle of liquid warmth reaches down, stirring something in your…

River Painting: Deep Summer Afternoon

I'm in the last throes of completing a series of river pictures that have been 'almost done' for weeks now. I nudge each of them forward every time I get out the palette, and yet they seem to stay stubbornly in the 'not quite yet' camp. ALMOST!! Last Sunday I completed this one: (click for larger…

Setting Sail into the Storm

One hundred years ago and only the old watermen would have known: a great storm is approaching. So late in the year, the lowering sky and restless wind could be chalked up to October’s moods. But in 2012 the Weather Channel blares the oncoming drama from every flatscreen. OK, I’ll confess: I’m right there with them, those eager meteorologists. This is their moment, and it’s the best reality show on TV, stealing the ratings from not only Real Housewives and Storage Wars, but the last gasps of the Presidential election. There’s good old Jim Cantore, knee-deep in surf, gamely reporting at the risk of his own dry socks. I love this stuff.

Get me to the River

Yesterday was our first sweltering day this summer, appropriate, perhaps, on Summer Solstice. My mission was to fetch a friend from BWI airport, normally about a 75 minute drive. For some reason, traffic was jammed in all directions, and especially coming back. ugh! The outside temp at 6:45pm was 97f/36c but ten minutes later, eight…

The River Flows to the Sea

Sad but Not Surprising Two days after River Cleanup and the first bits of trash have already washed ashore. It's not  messy boaters and fishing folk who create all this litter, as some assume. The bulk of the trash is washed down from storm sewers all over the metro area. When you toss an empty…

Headwinds

I took the dogs to the river today, the sun was out! We've all been indoors too much, writing, painting, cooking. Today, walking was the first priority. The winter beech leaves can be quite a bright golden peach in the winter, contrasted with the drabness of dried leaves and bark. The green of moss and…