No, not the Cardinals.
We had a short visit with my brother’s family near St. Louis over the weekend and they took us to the World Bird Sanctuary. It is free admission and free parking and indeed a peaceful sanctuary in the city for these beautiful birds that either cannot survive on their own in the wild or are being rehabilitated until they can be released. It is definitely worth a visit if you happen to be in the area and love birds (and snakes, turtles, bugs and other interesting creatures.)
Those other birds? I’m not a constant baseball fan but when the St. Louis Cardinals end up in the World Series, I do like to watch the games. That’s a lot of watching hours lately and the time feels slightly unproductive for me to waste just sitting. I could crochet, like I have through certain football post-season games but since our visit to the gallery last week and after learning of Henri Matisse and his drive to create art even when he could no longer get out of bed, I knew I had to get back to doing some of the art I used to make. It was so cool to look at his work and realize those pieces are just as he saw them when he declared them finished a hundred years ago.
(He awoke every day to the thought, “MUST create ART!” I wake up thinking… “MUST make COFFEE!” )
So last night, yes, the Cards went down, but so did my pencil to the paper. The kennel Molly visited while we were away always sends home a photo and report card so I drew her from the photo. For not having drawn anything for a (long, long) while, I’ll just say that it looks like a dog. Not sure I could pick Molly out of a lineup with this sketch but I was still pleased to be able to get this close.
Game 5 tonight: Not sure what I’ll do while I watch, but GO CARDINALS!!
More bad photos of good memories. As an A-school graduate, he recently earned his first leave from the Navy and it was so good to have him around again for a few short days. And too soon, it was time to say goodbye, but the look in his eyes says he’s in a good place. Now it’s back to the books for a few more months. Love you, my son!
The works of Henri Matisse are on loan at our local art museum and with fall break quickly winding down, we decided it was a must. It’s interesting to see his work evolve from his early pieces, highly detailed realistic mediums, to the simple compelling paper cut designs of his later years. If history classes are wasted on the young, art history even more so. I retained more about Matisse in this short visit than I did in three years of art classes in college. We toured the rest of the free galleries again as well, and please excuse the poor photography, we were relying on the phone for pictures. Sometimes it’s just nice to take it all in without worrying about documenting it in digital memory.
Where the gentle allure of sand, water, wind and sky urge our return time and again.
Clear fragile fragrant
Lively pulsing pensive
Hazy flowing tender
Careful swift untold
It is my very favorite time of year to walk.
In a nearby nature park, crisped leaves are just starting to change their colors, mornings are dewy and cool, and beaded spider webs sometimes create added suspense in more ways than one.
Cloudy lake and river waters pull their color from the surrounding environment, Great Blues are back on the banks after their summer vacations.
And at home, ripened crops are disappearing from the fields and golden puppies are at home among the changing foliage and I walk and await the brilliant colors I know are soon to come and too soon will leave the grays of winter in their wake.
How can the death and decay of so many things hold such bountiful beauty?