As the robins caused a flurry this past weekend under the holly tree and led to discussions of migration and who should be here this time of year and who should not, I wondered what one of my new backyard friends does for the winter. I had either never seen or never paid much attention […]
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Reading, go figure! This piece started last Monday (yes I am posting late) as a mono print based on an article I found online, but grew into a bigger piece as the story developed. A week ago there was an issue in Texas regarding the National Butterfly Center. Apparently butterflies make for a good front […]
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Thinking of old friends from last summer’s visits in the back yard and looking forward to reaching out and spending time with them again. Until then I will enjoy the cold.—Dominick
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The ground outside has been covered for a few days now and the marks in the snow tell tales of lurking creatures looking for some signs of vegetation. Small rabbit prints, neighborhood cats on the prowl, and a deer or two traipsing through the yard. On the phone with a friend in London he […]
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I had other thoughts as this day was ending, but then I read Veronica’s post from yesterday and thought to myself “should it ever be too late to say Happy New Year?” At least not in January. What led me to this spot, the place I stand at this very moment, is a long and […]
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I carry over from last year to this with nothing in hand. No resolutions to be spoken of, simply searching. Meaning. Answers. Questions. Truth. Fiction. Fantasy. It’s all on the table. Honor the moment. So with that I wish you a peaceful and healthy new year. May you find what you are looking for and […]
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Constantly searching for spots to take a turn, follow a line of trees and get lost in the clearing.—Dominick
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Not quite peek peeping time, but you can tell the world is about to change—always does whether we are paying attention or not.—Dominick
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No matter how deep I go, I only scratch the surface, another corner found un-trampled. The combatants on my shoulder discuss if I should leave well enough alone or if I should carry on. Leave no stone unturned, at least in the mind. On the ground, tread lightly, carry-in-carry-out. —Dominick
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Make haste. Read a book beneath the tree—any tree. The days are getting shorter—the Hessian is about.
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Tomorrow the golden skys will officially welcome the fall of a season and day by day the wide and thick shadows will grow long and spindly.—Dominick
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There have been more conversations about what is normal and what the future holds than I can count. Change is good. I have always believed this and I will not shy away from it just because it seems unending at times. As the days pass I charge on. Onwards and upwards.—Dominick
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There is a moment in translation when the original text takes on new meaning, the same happens with a sketch, a few dabs of color and the entire scene changes, I back where I was, but so far past what I was looking at the first time.—Dominick
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This journey started out as a way to pass the time. As I turn a corner, as I look to the future, I wonder if it was more than that all along. Simple. Direct. Several worlds coming together. —Dominick
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From an old sketch done along the Hudson.—Dominick
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Spent the better part of this Tuesday on the grounds of Olana, Frederic Church’s estate in Hudson, NY. Plotting my return already.—Dominick
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The summer weeks are flying by. Another from a little further up north along the Hudson.—Dominick
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An atypical view farther north off the Hudson in Hudson.—Dominick
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If the past year has been positive for anything, it has grounded me to my desire—my need—to walk about in the natural world.—Dominick
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I look across the river and beyond the mountains often. Not far from the waters edge, just a little further in than normal. Even in the heat of the day the color shifted from cool to warm, from vibrant to muted. And over the hill was another marker of time.—Dominick
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