
by
fillière
Categories: Beauty, Being, Creativity, The Searching Eye, WritingTags: Art, Being, Drawing, Observation, Poetry
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That singular canal evening
of August ’66,
piled high with its references to Ruisdael,
Rembrandt, and Claude Lorraine,
trickled down
from Holland’s summer sky
and settled around us
its light & aromatic amber.


who knows negative bits and pieces about a lot of nothing … Rumour of Humour 8


I’m guilty as charged of painting, frame, still life, table construction, room colour, photo. This is the east wall of my kitchen.

House, tree, and north-side neighbour, having each spent its/his every physical resource, have each, by time, at different times in the past decade, now been removed.
My eyes, and my camera, were entertained, and miss the J.K. Rowling effect of that earlier full-blown winter roof-line with its magnificently gnarled, pruned, decrepit maple fingers / hands / arms choreographing the full range of winter skies: a Harry Potter house with raccoons and bats; a wonderful wonky-eyed tree.
