The Day Dreaming Artist

      Riding in a car passing by miles of hills that look like they could have been a dinosaur camp grounds with the dinosaurs  all asleep with their backs humped high into a frosty gray morning sky . My mind is wondering in a relaxed manner though I am anxious . Here I go again putting myself out there and taking my place in a gallery group art show  for December through January . When  a door slams shut the loud bang noise produced  is  by far out lasted by imploding ear ringing noise of silence . Be that as it may , last nights fallen snow flakes cover smoke colored tree boughs   blanketing  inches high . I love to  think how wonderful the nature in this would is at playing their part so vallantly and   co-exist , each  an integral part of the large cycle of earth . Gazing through the cars window the snow covered boughs began to look like dinosaur bones of carcass remains in their final resting place . The mornings blustery winds hits  the car  in hard gales . These winds could have come from the  dinosaur breath to bring  fire of frozen  cold sting to mankind' s frail skin . Fire and ice , fire and ice , Robert Frost.....                                                                                                                                                                This interstate slices through rolling hills on both sides of the highway . At times the road appears as a center of a valley . Other times the road rides a top of the hill affording grand views . Today in avoidance of what faces me at the gallery  the hills again become sleeping   noble beasts , the  dinosaurs , long sense conquered passing into stardust or to become become fodder and fuel for mankind . It is with in a shroud of acceptance mankind passes into each day of their right to inhabit earth . Today all of yesterdays wrong and  sins are covered up in virginal  white snow . In spite of today's harsh elements and forgotten yesterday memories today continues forward . I will make it to the gallery . The ladies there will be nice to me .  They will complement my landscape  oil  paintings . I will feel pride even  if  the paintings do not sell . I never studied painting to become rich and famous . I studied  painting because  I loved art . I had passion to become an artist no matter what except to create art of which I felt nothing just for money .                          For years now I have had the pleasure and privilege  to continue creating new paintings . I have something to say  and art work is my dialect ,  amen  ! Into this frosty morning I go forward in good faith that I too have a right to speak  , even if no one hears or responds pleasantly to my paintings . For all I know an asteroid could crash into  earth's surface to fill the blue tent of atmosphere and we take for granted .  We

 too will become tomorrows sleeping beasts and fodder for the next inhabitants of earth .    

November 2016                                                                                                                                                        Found a note  book which had been misplaced and lost a couple months . Other note books and scraps of discarded paper filled this gap . The turning up of this notebook was not much of a surprise.... One day of last week after working a night shift  I returned home as usual . While making my way to a bedside table to quench a thirst of water , my eyes fell on a blue cover of  the  note book  I thought to have been lost . Acceptance of turn about  came easy even after hours of work on  a day of  November Elections  .  I knew the blue note book would eventually turn up . Resolve  caught hold  . Thus a battle would continue . I vowed to not let fear determine my actions and feelings .                                                                                                           Speaking of fear which is a common denominator through out mankind . Fear has not always served me well  in making life altering decisions .  On a few occasions where life and death decisions had to be made , I  did  not get in that white Cadillac when a ride had been offered  from a strange man   " Wanna ride ? "  .  To yell at the cab driver as to why he drove the cab in which I rode into a dark ally way between brick buildings ? These incidences were long age but still haunt me . Incidentally as of late having to refute unwanted sexual advances and innuendos in the work - place . I enjoy working in a grocery store as a night manager . Mixing with customers and getting to know them is surprisingly important to me . When a male customer sexually crosses the line my first response is disbelieve , shock and the old familiar fear ! There is a big difference between day light  and evening light and people and their actions differ greatly as well .  To me the daytime lulls people into thinking there is time to work things out  . Night time a sense of urgency can feel more acute and hope for a happy resolve can be fleeting . Most nights in the grocery store end uneventful . At the appointed hour setting the security alarm and lock the stores front door I feel a sense of having averted disaster .                                                                                                                                                      Most nights after work I will jog home three quarters a mile. The jog usually takes 10 minutes and is my cardio work out  . Some nights my thoughts resolve in gratitude . Dear lord thank you for for this gift of life . Thank you for my family . Than you for giving me a loving life partner for 36 years  the partner that has now become my husband  . Thank you for making me an artist . Thank you for relieving me the burden of making my living solely on the sales of my art work . Thank you for providing me with so many opportunities to make a living . Thank you for the roof over my head . Thank you for my home out of foreclosure with a reinstated loan  . Thank you for allowing me to be born in The United States of America   . About this time I run out of thank yous and out of breath . Lucky for me I am at the front steps of my home . As usual when entering the house  the aroma of hot food  greets  me form the meal my husband has prepared for me . One more time Thank you Lord for all the food we eat , and Thank you again for him !!!!!

Holloween

Three o'clock afternoon sun lists from south to west casting shadows in two directions  . Puffy white cloud that swiftly float above through a blue tent of atmosphere cast shadows on not so old hemlock clap board . Maple trees are taking on their autumnal color  . Preparing for all hollows   eve ,  ghosts appear in translucent  black oil  forms . Realities co-habit  making  dual perceptions . Soon the ghosts will a dance macabe  preform  in celebration of remembrance  that they two once lived here in this very very fine house . Nay these ghosts were the ones who built the dwelling . Having survived  civil  war their sum equals our today and will be realized  all hollows eve . Flotsam and jetsam a cargo of yesterday siege  hold of today and we shall humbly remember them and be thankful for all their battles and demons past  . Reverberating echoes in the here and now neither east nor west , pierce chirping crickets  and the hips of the last roses of a summer past .

Holloween

Three o'clock afternoon sun lists from south to west casting shadows in two directions  . Puffy white cloud that swiftly float above through a blue tent of atmosphere cast shadows on not so old hemlock clap board . Maple trees are taking on their autumnal color  . Preparing for all hollows   eve ,  ghosts appear in translucent  black oil  forms . Realities co-habit  making  dual perceptions . Soon the ghosts will a dance macabe  preform  in celebration of remembrance  that they two once lived here in this very very fine house . Nay these ghosts were the ones who built the dwelling . Having survived  civil  war their sum equals our today and will be realized  all hollows eve . Flotsam and jetsam a cargo of yesterday siege  hold of today and we shall humbly remember them and be thankful for all their battles and demons past  . Reverberating echoes in the here and now neither east nor west pierce chirping crickets  and the hips of the last roses of a summer past .

Holloween

Three o'clock afternoon sun lists from south to west casting shadows in two directions  . Puffy white cloud that swiftly float above through a blue tent of atmosphere cast shadows on not so old hemlock clap board . Maple trees are taking on their autumnal color  . Preparing for all hollows   eve ,  ghosts appear in translucent  black oil  forms . Realities co-habit  making  dual perceptions . Soon the ghosts will a dance macabe  preform  in celebration of remembrance  that they two once lived here in this very very fine house . Nay these ghosts were the ones who built the dwelling . Having survived  civil  war their sum equals our today and will be realized  all hollows eve . Flotsam and jetsam a cargo of yesterday siege  hold of today and we shall humbly remember them and be thankful for all their battles and demons past  . Reverberating echoes in the here and now neither east nor west pierce chirping crickets  and the hips of the last roses of a summer past .