In Search of Spring

Yesterday the weather heated up to over 80 degrees. This is significantly higher than our normal 54 degrees this time of year. I was thrilled, right up until the wind stopped blowing and the humidity quadrupled. I just happened to be out on a long walk when it happened. Suddenly I remembered why Summer can be miserable. I don't care though, I was just so happy to be outside in shorts and a tank-top!

I've also been in my studio two days in my row, and actually turning on the live feed because I found a way to keep my whole body out of it and just have my painting in it. Now I just need all of you to yell at me to get into my studio more often.

So, it's Sunday. A lazy, sunny, wonderful Sunday. While I have plenty to say... instead I'll leave you all with photos I took yesterday on my walk in search of Spring. I plan on taking photos once a week on our walk, to document the changes. You can just see Spring starting to peek through the barren gloomy brambles and trees:


Anywhere in New England that you go you will see a million graveyards. Almost every single street has one, and a huge number of houses actually have one in or near their backyard. Fortunately, this one is down the street from us, rather than on our property. In Colorado we used to have the superstition where you held your breath when passing a graveyard. You can't do that here, you'd always be holding your breath and passing out. But look! The only trees with leaves on them are IN A GRAVEYARD! I have a lot of morbid theories on why that is, probably better left unsaid.


This is the dam, which is open right now and flowing violently fast and deep... though it looks rather benign in the photo. A pair of bald eagles live about 50 ft from it in some tall trees. I imagine the fish pouring through is their version of fast food.


This is what they call a "Creek". In Colorado this was a RIVER. Hello!?!! Isn't a creek supposed to be cute and small? Worse yet, this is only half of it because it's split around a land-bar on the left. It's equally as big on the other side. R-I-V-E-R, people. Creek, my foot.


Hiding in the trees.



More "creek", good fishing though. This is from the landing where we walk down and try to snag some trout or other fish. We can literally go catch our dinner. The supermarket is faster though (my family doesn't appreciate my humor on this matter. I feel bad catching a live fish and killing it. I'm more of a catch and release kind of girl. Or better yet, never actually catch - but hang out with a book in the sunshine. "What? I forgot to bait my hook? Oh, there isn't a hook? Wow, how did that happen? Golly, gee.")


Out of our three dogs, only Max is obsessed with water. We can't let him off the leash because he'd go in deep and be swept away. He's still thrilled to death to play in the shallows, though.

Especially when he can get all wet, get close, and then nail us with droplets...



I'm cleaning my camera today, courtesy of Max.