Fall Quiet, Petrie

With the summer heat and the insects gone; with the geese getting ready to go, some already left; with the beaches closed and the picnickers packed up and gone home, the in between season is underway. Save for a few dedicated fishermen and fall walkers, the place is quiet, especially on rainy overcast days. 

It feels somehow restful. Our perspective of course. As far as nature is concerned, its a busy time of preparation for the cold months ahead. 

A muskrat only visible by the wake it leaves heads home. Much else remained hidden that day.

Acrylic, 22×28 on gallery canvas – $680

Somewhere in the woods

When the snow flies, its nice to dream about warm summer greens and the hidden peace back in these woods. 

Mary Oliver writes in a relaxed, no nonsense, seemingly simple  style. Yet in a few short lines she delivers a generous helping of truths. Her poem, “How I Go Into the Woods” is just such a piece. In her down to earth way she describes her prayerful, joyful experiencing of woods, not as a social experience but as a personal full sensory practice akin to forest bathing also known as shinrin-yoku. Well worth enjoying: 

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/519482-how-i-go-to-the-wood-ordinarily-i-go-to

Gouache, 9×12 on watercolour paper mounted on gallery cradled board – $125