Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

 Quack Quack I almost lost track The sun is setting And I keep forgetting It’s time to get back And start hitting the sack.

Away with those judges!, They're all full of grudges from when they competed and wound up defeated with scathing reviews for their smudges. Off with the critic! they're all analytic their pristine advice will completely suffice to turn any true artist arthritic. Stick with the masters of grandeur and grace they are scattering beauty all over the place! Every sprig must be clothed, every twig every stem there's a bud and a blossom for each one of them. There's a petal or two that are meant for you too bringing showers of grace to your place, just in case you have something to do that requires a few.

Capitol chemists learns from fully expressed decoration Pear Tree. Capitol Chemists on First Avenue near 85th Street

Shall we stay together one more spring? I’d like to taste a cherry blossom on my tongue and feel the fading winter hand in hand. We could hear the dappled shadows whisper-- We could walk the petal carpet one more time.  I’d like to do that. Yoshino Cherry Trees East of the Central Park Reservoir ~ March 2012

Breath in, Breath out, Yes! It's still there! What happened to the dreary, soot-filled sidewalks? And the lifeless, sapless trees?  Were we mistaken about it after all? Ninety Third and Madison: New York City in March

New life under the rotting leaves pulses out to seed the earth again. Is there no termination of this terrifying transitory life? Is there truly not enough to go around? Do we have too many cherry blossoms? Can we afford to throw them off into the trampled mud with the first new migratory robin? Can't it wait, that pallid summer, hanging from a threaded limb?             Yes, it's been hiding in that crack all winter!         

I was searching for a Gauguin when I came across a Cezanne! I'm completely perplexed about what to blog next, Can I decide which? Yes I can! (It's Cezanne) Paul Cézanne (French 1839-1906). Mont Sainte-Victoire Seen from the Bibémus Quarry. c.1897. Oil on canvas. 25 1/8 x 31 1/2 inches. The Baltimore Museum of Art: The Cone Collection, formed by Dr. Claribel Cone and Miss Etta Cone of Baltimore, Maryland, BMA 1950.196

Beautiful and talented Squiva has decided to allow us to see the how wonderful the healing is going on the right side/1  Squiva'srecent poses were carefully organized to minimize any view of this side.   It's so nice to see Squiva having a total recovery!  Squiva in a Berry Tree, almost completely healed from the trauma last fall

Freckles, a resident Baltimore seagul, Pauses for a portrait on the way to a perch on a nearby mooring.

Paul Gauguin, Vahine no te vi (Woman of the Mango) , 1892 Baltimore Museum of Art: The Cone Collection Paul Gauguin, Vahine no te vi (Woman of the Mango), 1892 Baltimore Museum of Art: The Cone Collection

Our Average Winter Tree, near the Metropolitan Museum of Art is preparing itself for another incredible explosion in -- Let's see, what was that color?

Just wait until the daffodils are in bloom!

I looked over towards my right, and I could not believe my eyes.  Overnight this entire new Japanese Cherry Tree arrived in full bloom, alone.

Time passes, Days flake off the year. There are no ticking watersheds to mark the seasons,  Boundaries thin, edges blur, the suppositions juxtapose. Sweetgum Balls spring up in April, full of soft green nubs Marking the future birth of the spikes. Tempered by summer-scorch and monsoon rains, blessing the nativity with beautiful protection,    hanging witness to creeping winter, Tearing up the cold March winds, Standing guard for the new yellow buds.

The last winter leaves are letting go and falling softly away.  Take a happy look at these that remain to brighten the final days before spring explodes upon us.

I was so excited!  Squiva is back from the coast. look at the wonderful sheen and plumpness that has been "acquired".  (I put that in quotation marks, because after all, it was Southern California and one never knows exactly what procedures take place.)  We had a short visit in Squiva's old territory south of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, on the hill north of the path.  Squiva is so happy to be in such fine health that I was allowed to  publish this natural shot. Nevertheless, even without a fluffy pose, Squiva cannot resist a superb turn of the tail.  We love you, Squiva!

The dog has its iPhone built into the collar.

Still Hunter, waiting for spring   Still Hunt by Edward Kemeys (1843-1907). Date: 1881-1883; Placed in Park: 1883.  Material: Bronze

One night among the stars I saw you coming, But Asteroid arrived and pulled you from me. Of course I cannot follow, I have an orbit of my own.