Maudlin by t. j. nixon

Maudlin ; Exploring sentimental feeling with a icy clear vision from a tight rope . In the afternoon sun this mornings fears vanish with the melting snow . At dusk this days value will be realized . Some days pass better than others with exhilarating success . Climb a hill to seek the possibilities as the setting sun tallies a days events . Find time to make a day last through darkness . As today ends , somewhere anouther day already at dawn . We share a wonderous earth , you and me on one planet of many !

Love of Winter

Love of Winter, a photo by t.nixon85 on Flickr.

Lofty high hopes of not so long ago disappear in a magicians slight of hand . A puff of smoke is all that remains over a gray marshland . All signs of life hibernate . The last of Autumns acorns hunts long past now . Winter is coming with bountiful falls of snow . All signs of landscape will be blanketed . Thoughts ring like bells of clear tones . Rest and contemplate the possibilities of life in a new year .

Symphony by t. j. nixon     ;   Let the music play on . Cloudy gray drizzling rain . Naked trees caressed with misty air . This symphony  is playing  out in minor keys   . Acceptance of good and bad in practice  to create balance . The unknown lays ahead like an unlighted expressway at night time  full of surprises . Behind gray clouds  i trust in the sun . The arrival of a future with or with out you is unavoidable .  Let the symphony play out . One movement or two and perhaps three !

Where did she come from ?

Let the music play by t . j. nixon Cloudy gray drizzling rain . Naked trees caressed in misty air . A symphony is playing out in minor keys . Acceptance of circumstances is practice to create balance . The unknown lays ahead on unlighted highways at night full of surprise . Behind gray cloud let us trust in sunshine . In blindness there in dependence upon the arrival the arrival of spring . A symphony is playing out in one movement or two and perhaps three !

Joe as Santa by t. j. nixon

The Painting was completed today .                               24x30 oil painting  

You are Valued

Man of L'aMancha played amongst the greats . Hear a song in your heart . In your mind you'll know . To dream . Wipe salty tears away . Nothing , yes nothing is impossible .

Thanksgiving Duck

Thanksgiving Duck, a photo by t.nixon85 on Flickr. A Thanksgiving ship entered the harbor  . i anxiously waited on dock to give a welcoming wave . The ships cargo carried validation . An exciting disembarking ! As the  parade passes i dance in the  in the falling confetti . Thank you all . Thank you everyday . i am thankful for life . 

Mist of Morning Hope by t. j. nixon : Mist on the hill . Soft rain in the air , sky of gray . Ripples on the lake . A distant loon cries . This world is waking . A phone rings. A cup of coffee . The e-mail comes in bringing hope on this misty morning awakening . Off in the distance a  loon cries .

An oil painting in progress by t. j. nixon . Inventory : i went into the store today taking stock of goods on the shelf . On this shopping expedition nothing really special caught my eye . Pushed around an empty shopping cart up and down busy isles . Occasionally making eye contact or passing on a timid smile . Most shoppers seemed content and already made choices with full shopping carts . Holiday weeks are always times full of bustling and expectations . Walking down the last isle of goods i let go of my shopping cart . Looking back as i walked away another shopper had already taken hold of the cart ,filling it full with hopes and dreams ! Happy Holidays to all .

Mist in autumn morning by t. j. nixon

Red and orange in autumn by t. j. nixon

Work in progress . Oil painting by t. j. ,nixon

Whiskers by t. j. nixon

Another man in red . by t. j. nixon

And the whole world smells sweet .

Work in progress

Work in progress, a photo by t.nixon85 on Flickr.

He is turning red .

Seeing the capture by t. j. nixon

Penn State by t. j. nixon

Penn State : by t. j. nixon As it happened in this famous university . Most news worthy ! Naturally the world could be heard sucking wind in horror . In the little tar paper house down the street from the railroad tracks mum was the word .From taxi cab drivers taking young fares to back allies mum was the word . From men driving around in white cars mum was the word . Was i pretty ? Did i ask for it ? All this placed beneath young eyes , mum was the word . As Penn State unfolds ,they will not take it anymore ! The little tar paper covered house mum is still the word .

? do people want ? Worked on art for days . Made breakfast . Took Kitty out for lunch . Made dinner . All were tucked saftly into bed . ? do people want /

Portraits

Holloween Morning

Jack was busy through out last night into this early  Halloween morning  . The rising sun revealed tree boughs and  a few remaining  autumn leaves  all glistening from his frozen dewy kiss . The lifting fog added an air of mystery . . The fluttering birds were contented spirits with no need for a trick but were busy looking for a treat .  i swear that  in the shadows off  in the distance  by tall evergreens lurked   a vampire or a ware wolf  and i heard Frankenstein mumbling  with a mummy . Cool shivers and goose bumps bagan to take over my composure  . Suddenly  a big black raven began squacking overhead "never more, never more  Lenore "  It was then i decided  to stay inside the house by the fireplace watching old  scary movies  on a large flat screen tv to hide from  the horrers of my life . Pop corn any one ?

Flower and Plant

My hands apploud this act  of nature . Cool to warm and warm to cool . Droplets of dew reflect a rising sun like my hopes for this new day . Change and death are a big fact in our lifes . Hug me in this new sunshine and drink its new nectar . Shout loudly Bravo  , bravo .... Warm to cool , cool to warm , the cycle it self goes on .

Prominade up Shaver Hill

Pausing in the middle of this walk to take stock of my global position . Ringing clear and echoeing high the decision to walk on with even more determination . Going foeward is paramount either with accolades or with out . Passion and love are worth this uphill climb . Shaver Hill is covered with a lot of shadows and patches of bright light . A renewed hope is born in the patchy sunshine or romantic sunsets . 24x36 oil painting on canvas by t. j. nixon

Fantasy

Fantasy by t j. nixon

The Horses Play , oil painting by t. j. nixon / The horses play in the rainbows of today . Love orbs are floating everywhere . The sun is setting kissing all goodnight with warm orange glow . Cool shadows add contrast to all which is warm . They are happy horses while at play in today's rainbows and orbs . Trust in our worlds rainbows . Orbs know where there is safety . Wild flowers sing a song of serendipity . Peace can be a struggle that starts from with in and a dessert to some of life's challenges . Love is a cream floating and elevating most to a higher level . There can be balance in our world even if its unrecognizable .

I am going out for a swim . You come too . by t. j. nixon

Autumn Ensenble by t. j. nixon

Green gives way to red creating perfection of equal balance . Blazing orange , glistining gold and earthy browns  play full scale harmony . Cool purlple breezes whisper wood winds with rustling leaves as percussion . Feathered flighted birds in bright colors sing welcome to the season of Autumn . Golden rods and magente asters make a perfect  " Bravo ! " bouquet to natures magnificent magical act of transformation . Fill the cornocopia with earth's fruits , flowers and grains . Warm glowing afternoon sun will give us a que to commence a festive bacchannal . Raise your goblet high to toast earth's harvest and say " Well done , well done ! " We have only one first day of autumn . Breath in the beautiful aroma of earth's crescendo . Awaken your e
yes with transforming delightful colors . Listen to the symphoney of earth falling into Autumn .

Today this Moment by t. j. nixon

Today gives nuance in a poignant moment . A door closes softly as i walk away . i listen to a music arising from the dry leaves beneath my walking feet . Taking controll is impowering . The glittering light of hope is bright reflection . The warm autumn sun casts shadow behind .

Me by t. j. nixon

In progression of time i percieve my order subjectively. The randomness of my being has no definable purpose. Elements of this world sand away my details to particals . i evaporate in heart and of mind . A slow flow of my energy into a spacial universe . Continuing the my explosive begining and spiroling to infinity .

Night Time by t. j. nixon

Night Time , a photo by t.nixon85 on Flickr.

Fire works and lights at a lake

tom and Vincent now. 29 years plus !!!

tom and Vincent now. 29 years plus !!!, a photo by t.nixon85 on Flickr.

Anniversary sitting on our front porch of our old Victorian home. i kiss your lips, my pink carnation . To give commitment a toast of dew at sunrise . Exploring new days of fulfilled dreams . With a touch of flame and blissful dance . With freedom to dream . A house with a backyard . Dogs and more dogs . Our hunger satisfied . With more sunsets for peaceful slumber . Hope for many new mornings . You my pink carnation , i love you and your soft lips . t

The Calm After the Storm by t. j. nixon

Another type of energy may be felt after a raging storm . The sky clears, the sun comes out and spreads reassuring yellow -pink -and orange glow . A soft wind whispers all will be  well  . The water recedes . The rain stops /Our mother is happy again . i love you mother. Let us both heal now.

tom and Vincent

tom and Vincent, a photo by t.nixon85 on Flickr.

Tom and Vincent then

Tom and Vincent then, a photo by t.nixon85 on Flickr.

tom and Vincent now. 29 years plus !!!

tom and Vincent now. 29 years plus !!!, a photo by t.nixon85 on Flickr.

i kiss your lips, My pink carnation. To give Commitment .A toast of dew at sunrise. Exploring new days , Of fulfilled dreams. A touch of flame . We blissfully dance with freedom to dream . A house with backyard . Dogs and more dogs. With our hungers satisfied . With more sunsets,peaceful slumber and hope for many new mornings .. You my pink carnation, i love you and your soft lips .

Our World in real mTime by t. j. nixon

The Winding Banks of the Susquehanna by t. j. nixon

Tha Winding Banks of the Susquehanna ; oil painting by t. j. nixon . The Susquehanna river is a portal of smooth and abrupt transitions . So much relies apon the Susquehanna to do its job of moving water . The land and banks of this river are verdurly fertile . Farm fields full of crops are planted in curving and winding rows echoeing the rivers sinuous banks . In spring a field plkanted with corn is now in summer a sea of maze. Everything appears like patch work quilt pattertns when seen from this rivers edge . The Susquehanna is a giver to life and of life .Everyday can be a joy and pleasure to behold the winding banks of the Susquehanna .