in the sketchbook leah souza sings summertime in february...

"art is a never-ending dance of illusions" -bob dylan...

yesterday ~ the light snow a gift...

The light snow a gift
The one to three inches too
But
Lament
A granite block seat by the harbor
The morning sun on the Mulholland Light
The tastes and laughs of a bakery in summer
So, the days ahead without snow

yesterday's sketch...

jean-michel basquiat (1960-1988)...

tess collins...

thursday and weekend snow...

Thursday and weekend snow
I don't know
Ice dams
Blue ribbon jams
At
Smoke
Charlie's Gone By
The Note
Have a boat
Ron Carter said to me

kat nyc...

brigitte nyc...

the lady...

kimberly's blizzard muse...

cabin oil by jean deVeber...

snow...

'between' a photo by kimberly ashby...

'between' a poem by kimberly ashby...

Between the indigo tides
The love dove greets
Morning coffee drips
The moon fades
The quiet remains
Matisse
Picasso
Speaks
French paint, still life
Between the indigo tides
Rooms by the SeA
Indoor-Outdoor
The moon is down
Now
Hmmm...
I'll drink to that
There she flies,
My Love dove
Dandy
:
:
Between
               The
                      Indigo
                                 Tides.

'a song is anything that can walk by itself.' -bob dylan...

snowflights...

Snowflights
In the boughs of pines and maples
Teresa Brewer on the phonograph
Misty
Oh
Look at me
I hear a whistle
6:10
The time all the trains leave the station
And the whispers
Are but an echo
An echo now

sketch inspired by sandra flood artist...