spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
when the world is puddle-wonderful
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
over night came
to the city
The winter was grey, grey, grey.
Relief and nostalgia courses through the air.
Today is here. Look and listen to the birds’ joy!
A true Awakening of Spirits and an innocent delight in rebirth of nature’s storms and splendors made me venture out to take a few photos.
Peace to everyone wherever you may find your self.
Brocken Mountain lies in the Hartz Mountains of Germany.
*”Brocken became a site of pilgrimage and the witch the source of titillating jitters. As Goethe put it in his famous poem, Faust:
“Now to the Brocken the witches ride; The stubble is gold and the corn is green; And Squire Urianus will come to preside. So over the valley our company floats, With witches a-farting on stinking old goats.”
“Halloween and Walpurgisnacht both have their origins in pagan celebrations (known as Samhain and Beltane, respectively) that marked the changing of the seasons. These days were especially important because they were believed to be when the veil between the spirit worlds and ours was at its thinnest.” Retrieved from I AMEXPAT April 30, 2022
What do people do on Walpurgisnacht?
“In Sweden typical holiday activities include the singing of traditional spring folk songs and the lighting of bonfires. In Germany the holiday is celebrated by dressing in costumes, playing pranks on people, and creating loud noises meant to keep evil at bay.” Encyclopedia Britannica; Apr 19, 2022
“Walpurgis Night, an abbreviation of Saint Walpurgis Night, also known as Saint Walpurga’s Eve, is the eve of the Christian feast day of Saint Walpurga, an 8th-century abbess in Francia, and is celebrated on the night of 30 April and the day of 1 May. ” Retrieved April 30, 2022; Wikipedia
Also called: Walpurgis Night, Saint Walburga’s Night,
Spring has not sprung in Minnesota. I went up north to Duluth Minnesota last weekend and took some photos of Lake Superior or originally known as Gitche Gumee in the Ojibwe language. Where the Ore Boats go out to the world. A new documentary touts the iron ore carried on Duluth boats made the building of modern cities possible in the US.
This delightful illustration and poem is a small sample from the blog called “Rethinking Life” by Hit and Run 1964. These short poems and tales are so appealing to my love of whimsy. How some ever, they touch a lost innocence like little islands of gentleness in a harsh world. Please enjoy.
Today I deliver this portrait to the requester with some relief. This time of year in Minnesota the rain and storms are welcome for the farmers. But not so great for painting portraits.
Yes, the Lyndale farmers’ market has started again. I hope to go this month and catch a sunny day at the market. One can only wish for sunny days. For those of you who enjoy plenty of SUN this time of year, please send some to the Northland.
The Portrait of Duffy was a new challenge. Never had done a painted portrait with acrylic paints. That’s okay. Experiments, learning curves, and self doubt are all good for something. The portraits are based on photos that me or other people take of the subjects. Duffy’s body looks completely foreshortened. My friend Alan, who was also a painter ,encouraged me throughout the process.
As he is a Newfoundland cross with a Cocker Spaniel, so I was told, he has the bigger foofy head with droopy eyes and a smaller body. Lots of fur to trim. His body is trimmed in this picture, which exaggerates the foreshortening. Also, I cut off the feet to emphasize his expression. I have never met him, but he has a striking expression.
This portrait started out here…
And ended here…
This could be called the Blue Dog, maybe. I don’t know. I started with purple underlay and switched to the blue accents. That’s easily done with acrylic paint.
On to the next portrait of a German Shepherd Dog that will be a pastel. Soft chalks and pastel pencil have a more familiar feel. But I totally enjoyed doing this portrait.
With one thing or another in the world and my life my pacing has slowed down. And the lack of sunlight has slowed my progress.