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Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Sketchbook Writings


~ From my Sketchbook Writings, Sunday May 1st through Tuesday May 3rd 2011 ~
(Along the Northern California Coast, in God's own best Spring weather, with naught more than a sketchbook, a pair of cowboy boots and kindred soul to share it with)
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Coffee suits me well this morning.  Thanksgiving blend indeed!  The sky is an expanse of brilliance, causing my eyes to squint and water as I outline bits of tile and glass in my sketchbook.  The people in this town feel easy, and I wonder how far reaching the cadence of their footsteps carries. When I leave, how long with I carry their slow swagger?
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For now I sit with bare feet, cold on the railing, watching waterfowl of every size floating and soaking toes in the estuary.  In the dunes below a cat hides in marsh grass, all controlled breath and snakelike tail.  He triggers a zephyr than sends my thoughts clutching at a dream; he must have been there last night, whispering feline fantasies about goslings and ancient wooden stairwells.  A single osprey hushes the noisy chatter below.  We nod, exchanging respects. The sun of the afternoon, evidenced by my scorched neck, has been masked by a marine layer.  My toes are cast cold and blue in this light.  I should stop eating pretzels.  I should pop in the shower.  I'm giving up should from my vocabulary.
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I'm drunk on the luxury of the sky.  This little trip, passing so quickly, is best described by light: the flickering hot glow under the canopy of redwoods, the quiet cashmere cape while consuming eggs and toast, the bright afternoon which reduces everything to raw shape and form, the ethereal gleam of bluffs at sunset while the quail cooed and the rabbits scattered.  These are colors for which there are no names, only fleeting memory and stuttering tongues.
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13 comments:

mme. bookling said...

"I'm giving up should from my vocabulary"

You know I say AMEN to this.

Cat said...

ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

you went to heaven then?

; )

love and light

thewindhover said...

I'm drunk on the luxury of the sky... I'd like that to be my mantra for the next week.

You are such a curious, wonderful soul.

xx

MrsLittleJeans said...

I am thinking of those "feline fantasies" among many other things you said that were both beautiful and profound, and i mistook that rock for chocolate...xoxo

UmberDove said...

Mme - For you and I both.

Cat - Yep. Yes I did. And I returned with a whole sack of beach pottery from beyond the pearly gates.

Windy - I think you of all people embody that line wholeheartedly.

MLJ - Isn't it the most perfect chocolate-looking rock that every shaped itself into a heart?

Sunny Rising Leather said...

ah, there is one should I heartily think you can keep:

we should do that again :)

All other shoulds can kiss mah grits.

xoxox,
Allison

Jaime/Bella-Bijou Jewellery said...

The post just made me feel good. Warm and calm.... I knew the minute I saw that heart shaped stone this was a post I needed to read :)
xoxo
Jaime

~J~ said...

Your writing is beyond poetic, very beautiful and serene, as well as these pictures! Keep writing, my sweet, you add color to my day.

Carrie said...

Why is it your posts make me cry? The beauty overwhelms me and for a moment I feel like maybe life isn't so bad.. x

info said...

As always so lovey. Thank you from transporting me from rainy Vancouver to warm California today.

I love the richness of these quiet moments, each word opens up a into vast sensory expansion.

sigh
yummmm

Artist in the Arctic said...

....the sky is an expanse of brilliance
....the quiet cashmere cape
Thank you for a sensory feast!
i feel inspired by your words, always....

The Noisy Plume: said...

A golden trip!

Elly Rarg said...

Love this :)