Milking Shed Gossip

Milking Shed Gossip Thunder and I often wandered around early in the morning. Real early. Frosty morning early. We planned to jump ducks at dawn. Thunder nudged me as I nudged a bottle. Morning Mist. Canadian Dew ballooning warmth, warding off evil chill. A milking shed. A light in a…...

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River Gossip

River Gossip   A brisk South-Easterly chills the riverside’s landing. Rick has slipped his boat. It is time for maintenance on Popeye’s hull. A new coat of paint after a brisk scrape down. A pied cormorant hangs out to dry nearby. A drip-dry affair on the old boardwalk pylon. It…...

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Variegation in the Light

Variegation in the Light   Small size paintings are richer and darker in tone. Medium size artworks are usually slightly lighter in tonal variegations of tints. Large easel paintings are even lighter in tone to allow room to feel. The tonal arrays used in each case vary in their environment.…...

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A Mission of Murderers

A Mission of Murderers   A flock of crows are overhead, a black mission of murderers. Lindsay calls me over to his paddock utility. I saw him checking the water troughs and now he came over to the fence by the shell grit lunette at Lake Bonney. “I reckon there’s…...

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Creative People are Different

Creative people are different. They often make no sense. I know that because it’s my reality. Living with a mappable mind. I also know that the process for new ideas and new things seems mysterious to others. But not to me, it’s all perfectly normal and understandable. Shades of complexity…...

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The Pup Thunderdog’s Dramatic Arrival 1979

A vivid flash. Lightning catching the Bluff hump. A lone figure in dark silhouette, stomping the last sod of dirt. High Thunder is dead. Beneath the rammed down sods. Beside the tall flagpole with its strumming rope. No flag flutters for the Thunderdog. Gather up your coat, lone man. See…...

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