Showing posts with label Indian Slough. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Indian Slough. Show all posts

Sunday, April 12, 2020

on hold

'Slack Water' 20x24" oil pastel;  Kathleen Faulkner

Life during the time of COVID

I am at a stand still 
no movement either way
 in the tidal stream of life



Saturday, June 29, 2019

perks

'Little Indian Slough' 10x10" oil pastel;  Kathleen Faulkner

One of the ways to get to Edison
is the Bayview road.  
Two sloughs along the way: 
Indian and Little Indian

I see them as I come and go. 

The tide dictates the scene and
it is always dramatic. 
It is usually a high tide when I head north
a low tide when I'm heading home.

There's a whole lot going on along that road
the sloughs are one

an added bonus to my day





Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Rx for today's woes

'Afternoon at the Slough" 10x10" oil pastel;  Kathleen Faulkner

Sometimes,
when the light hits just right,
what one sees 
can become something else.

it is a good distraction



Wednesday, July 30, 2014

mud pies

'Indian Slough' 16x20" oil pastel;  Kathleen Faulkner

Slough

noun
1.
an area of soft, muddy ground; swamp or 
swamp like region.
2.
a hole full of mire, as in a road.
3.
Also, slew, slue. Northern U.S. and Canadian. a marshy or reedy pool, pond, inlet, backwater, 
or the like.
4.
a condition of degradation, despair, 
or helplessness.*
*Webster:  number 4 doesn't work for me.  I'll change that to 'a condition of glorious mud teeming with life; the thought of which can give one comfort and hope.'