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 ?