"Early Morning: Cranberry Lake" 17x17" oil pastel, Kathleen Faulkner
There was a tragedy in my little town this week. It was very large and very sad and it has put a bit of a damper on things.
It seems to be a volatile time around here in general, lately. Cranky people, crazy weather, accidents and a little something off in the air.
When things get a bit overwhelming, I generally go somewhere. A good place for me is Deception Pass. It's best, in my view, in the early morning or early evening, less people depending on the season.
Hearing the surf while walking among the trees is incredibly soothing and the best part is that it is just minutes from my home. I always come away with a renewed sense of wonder.
April has Turned Cold
April has turned cold.
The evening light fades through the clouds.
A string of geese calls me out
to sing a farewell, and
I wish them luck as they go from Ish River
away out over the ocean,
long long sweeps of rippling wings
bound for Siberia.
Their wild song they take with them,
and leave some behind.
They leave enough so
I don't have to leave home any more.
from "Shack Medicine"