Friday, January 31, 2020

My friend, Janet, a talented artist, has a busy creative brain. Her eye quickly spots the elements of contrast, balance, and opportunity. Gradually, Janet’s becoming my art guru. She’s supportive and collaborative, encouraged me to think more creatively. These days, borrowing from her ideas, I attempt to find artistic possibilities in natural surroundings.

She also sews and has created costumes for Pimmy. My donkey, in full-dress, has participated and been outstanding in some big events. Stored in the wings for re-use are Pimmy’s full-body costumes for Christmas and July Fourth. Janet and I have plans to feature Ms Pimmy in a calendar.

The above header photo was taken on an overcast afternoon, as Janet observes the contrasts in natural light and darkness. She’s explaining that those elements influence vision and perception.

In essence, it simply was another comment about art as my equines grazed.

Well, I listened, and on another cloudy day pointed my lens at elements possibly worthy of drawing. At this point, I am transitioning photos to black and white, and using pencils, trying to grasp the lights, darks, and perspectives.

Ordinarily, I’d pay little attention to such as wheels, tree bark, shadows, fences, streets. But upon starting to draw, recreating these elements becomes riveting.

As we collaborated to costume Pimmy, Janet took the donkey’s measurements, played with fabrics, and sewed creatively. I’ve since been visualizing Pimmy differently. She’s become less ordinary-looking, and instead, has turned into a classy-model donkey. In the future, with new costumes adorning, Pimmy will grace pages of a monthly calendar.

Dear Friends: During very trying times, our visions and dreams may keep us free. Diana

Thursday, January 30, 2020

I’ve hoped for extra time to spend training my African Dwarf goats, they’re twins needing exercise. It would be fun to go walking with them. They’d learn to follow me around and to pull a cart. I’ve other animals that need more training, like Pimmy and the dogs. They could learn to pull!

I’m on the verge of cancelling my cable subscription after spending many brain-dead hours in front of television. Eliminating cable will free time, and as my horses graze happily on a neighbor’s pasture, I’ll focus on learning to become more creative and work with smaller animals.

This day will be great for making changes. It’s scheduled to bring sunshine and warmth for inspiration and encouragement.

Dear Friends: Today, I’ll be outside, walking on the streets with goats. Diana

Wednesday, January 29, 2020

My next drawing project will be using pencil to recreate the above photo into a black and white scene. Those interesting fence lines create perspective and balance. It’s a scene that suggests the early west, tickles a horse-person’s imagination. Yep, a powerful view.

These days the outdoor lighting has been clouded by rain. Subdued lighting alters the appearance of natural elements. Of course, camera lens are sensitive to everything that’s unusually light or dark.

This weather has changed the typical appearances of familiar scenes and elements. They look very different when reflecting more natural light. Here’s another capture during our subdued lighting.

This photo’s brightest elements are fence, signpost, and almost cloudless sky. The intersection now looks cold, but in bright natural light this is an inviting sight.

In the old days, I’d have tossed aside these two photos and sought prettier and more friendly others. Experience provides more knowledge and changes us, however, by shifting to higher levels how we see and understand. My camera is turning into a powerful teacher.

A camera, along with other creative elements, like art, words, and music. In the end, all flow together in ways that make it impossible to consider them as events separate from one another.

Dear Friends: Experience that changes perceptions carries us toward new journeys. Diana

Tuesday, January 28, 2020

My beyond-smart and sad-appearing donkey is an eye-catcher. A viewer on seeing her does a double-take before pausing to admire my equine trio. These calm easy animals are pleasant to watch and they enjoy people. Folks in the neighborhood have stories about a donkey or horses they’ve known. Perhaps they’ve cared for large animals, or simply seen them grazing, or have watched trained equines performing in an arena.

My animals and I live on the outskirts of town in an area popularly considered as country. That’s not accurate, for in reality this neighborhood is country-like, maybe resembles real country but isn’t. It has too many homes, and although on small acreages many boast large groomed areas. The bottom line is that the area hosts few farmlike animals.

The occasional horses, mules, and goats aren’t not easily apparent. One must know where to find them. When I leave my horses and donkey grazing on a neighbor’s pasture, they’re visible and draw the attention of folks hungry for a sign of real country.

Nonetheless there’s comfort, for neighborhoods like mine host lots of beautiful animals. Like deer, usually a small herd of does with a few juveniles. The deer pick and graze their way along established trails across public lands and private properties. When my dogs noisily announce that deer are coming through, I peer out in hopes of watching as the graceful leggy animals work onward to a property belonging to one or another neighbor.

Periodically during the year, male deer show up. They usually travel as singles or in small groups. As rutting seasons near, more boys appear. Many simply are magnificent.

It’s lovely to live in a pocket of almost-country. It’s where one still may keep domestic large animals, and occasionally see wild animals in open spaces. It’s fortunate that areas like this still exist, despite explosive new construction designed to accommodate bunches of folks on the move.

Dear Friends: Someday semi-rural areas will be highly developed, but now are wonderful. Diana

Monday, January 27, 2020

Yesterday I led the horses over my property en route to a neighbor’s pasture a quarter-mile away. As we stepped onto the street, my across-the-road neighbor, paused the car while leaving his driveway and talked with me. His property has a pasture, and he has invited my horses to graze there!

Lovely! His kindness reduces my worries. Days I must leave for work would have ample time to get the horses over to pasture. If the weather gets awful and animals shouldn’t be without shelter, I’d dash across the street and bring them home. And best, in bad weather we’d not be walking south into heavy-driving winds, rain, and/or snow.

These past months have taught my horses and me to stroll together. We walk four abreast in the middle of the street, and will shift to roadside at an approaching vehicle. In this relatively quiet neighborhood drivers usually make space and wave to us. Our walks to and from the more-distant pasture are enjoyable and the owner likes hosting my horses. So, they’ll take turns in both pastures!

Early, after moving to Central Oregon and becoming a beginning rider, I found that horses make it easy to meet other riders and make friends. It never occurred to me that later on, when I ride only a little, the horses would facilitate meeting others, making friends. Folks tell me about seeing others stopping where the horses graze to take pictures and/or feed carrots. When I’m outside passerbys say hello, and local drivers pause to say they enjoy seeing the horses and offer help if needed.

Caring for equines requires constant work, and the animals are very worthwhile. They’re kind, tolerant, forgiving, and fun. Daily, I thank my horses (and Pimmy, our extra-attention getter), for facilitating the great pleasure of meeting and often getting to know nice folks.

Dear Friends: Imagine–just across the street! Oh, kindness, and often easier. Diana

Sunday, January 26, 2020

My friend, Janet, and I shared several creative, fun hours practicing our drawing skills. I’ll briefly describe my art skills as in an “early-learning stage”. Janet is a trained artist, talented and generous, willing to share her knowledge and art supplies.

We began by working inside after searching our computers for images that attracted us. After making selections, we began with pencils transferring to paper what we saw. Janet kept mumbling that she doesn’t draw well, and for sure I don’t. Before long, we decided to expand our drawing options by traveling outside in search of plein aire opportunities.

We went to an old barn I’d thought about, a dilapidated structure that didn’t suit our needs. So, we drove on, and Janet spotted another barn, bigger, redder, in decent condition. Standing nearby were mature trees, and under them grazed a mix of sheep and goats. We emerged from the car with pencils and papers and began drawing.

The attractive scene turned out too complex for me to conquer. I focused on drawing the barn, a straightforward-appearing structure. But this artist couldn’t render it in three dimensions. I did lots of erasing, starting over, and turning my paper onto its clear side for another stab at drawing that barn.

We worked there for maybe fifteen minutes before I gave up and ambled over to see Janet’s work. Her page captured everything–clearly, logically, finely. She’d drawn the barn, trees, grasses and animals, and sky with clouds. Janet’s work belies her words. She can draw!

I realized my fortune in knowing a person of talent, willing to share ideas and efforts. Janet seemed pleased to again be drawing. We’ll arrange future outings for plein aire.

This encourages me to keep practicing, to capture on paper objects and scenes. To draw images as attractive and compelling as in photos or reality.

Dear Friends: It helps to know my efforts have been assessed as off to a good start. Diana

Saturday, January 25, 2020

The above photo, and my word-notebook describing “midnight rain”, have inspired this stanza:

You pause peering steadily into heavy mist

That mutes all colors, obscures most objects

Except for weeds highlighting a smooth bark. This light rain

Denies any glimpse of sparkling prism.

Diana

I’ve struggled to create drawings and words, probably to release some internal mishegoss. My ability to draw with pen and pencil has over the years regressed to a beginner’s level. But I’ve been trying to draw and feel encouraged by those efforts.

My word skills don’t lend themselves naturally to writing poetry. I’ve little grasp on what’s to be understood before one may create good poems. I’m again trying, however. One night during rain, I created a “ragged outline” of words, they represented moods and senses associated to dampness. Finally tired and unable to do more, I set the notes aside.

This morning, on letting the dogs outside and seeing another light rain, I decided to revisit the challenge of referring to my notebook to create a poem. Above is a first draft, well, really not the first, because organizing the words, and making sense of them (to me, at least), has consumed many early hours.

Dear Friends: Just want to say that my sleeves are rolled-up as my brain works. Diana

Friday, January 24, 2020

Forgive me for writing about an impeachment process, even while respecting individual points of view. I avoid sounding political, but over the past few days, and especially, in last night’s closing argument, the litigator knocked my socks off. Typically, Adam Schiff’s style and performance show he’s very bright, organized, and contained. Recently, in a stepped-up role, Schiff demonstrated that he can argue very powerfully. He summarized, clearly and logically, while tapping deeply-held ideas and emotions. He commanded attention to key points and desired outcomes.

I love witnessing high skills with words! Not those thrown out but words with real meanings. Schiff tied his ideas to public emotions, by evoking Colonel Vinman’s phrase, “Right matters”. He repeatedly employing that phrase throughout his closing argument–the second time those words have been impactful. The first was when Vinman himself spoke them.

Maybe that’s what woke me around midnight, thinking about words and wanting to write a poem. A meaningful topic eluded me, but my head began designing how to identify and funnel ideas. I took pencil and pad and focused on describing the soft sounds of falling rain. My working title became, “Midnight Rain”.

I didn’t start by trying to write in a poetic style. Instead, I created word groupings related to my senses. For example, under the topic “Touch”, are bark, bannister, stump, rock, sand. Under the topic “Scent”, are junipers, grass, soil, air. And similar, I associated words to the other senses. My idea was to build a poem around senses newly reawakened by soft rain. My draft pad would supply most words.

Creating the lists required lots of thought, and before I could draft a poem my eyelids began feeling heavy. Setting aside my list, I crawled into bed, and with a now-empty brain, fell asleep.

Dear Friends: With preliminary poems and sketches, some creativity should evolve. Diana

Thursday, January 23, 2020

Several days ago on an extra-clear morning, I was surprised to see through a camera Mt. Washington, from my property! I was standing in an unusual spot, scanning the Cascades, when my high-zoom viewer caught Washington’s “German helmet”.

Through my years living here, taking photos of these mountains, I’ve seen, sometimes north beyond the “Three Sisters”, another mountain, appearing fuzzy. I’ve assumed it’s Mt. Jefferson. Here it’s shown in a past-photo.

My neighbor has pointed out that the mountain doesn’t appear to be Jefferson, which is topped with a “very prominent hat”. My photo lacks that identifier, but it shows which peak?

The other day, I moved into a northernmost position and took a new photo of the “mystery mountain”. The very clear atmosphere again revealed Mt. Washington’s distinctive peak!

Now, I’m confused. If these are photos of Washington, what is that previous peak that seems a different mountain? It’s surely not “Three-Finger Jack” (tallest peak between Washington and Jefferson). I kept changing my position and peering through the lens to double-check, feeling certain of looking at two different mountains. But both turned out to look exactly like Mt. Washington!

I’m wondering, reconsidering, and planning. Soon, I’ll be outside with the camera, to identify exactly the peaks visible from my property. We’re headed toward new clear days. Our rising temps rise are about to climb into the 50s.

Dear Friends: Despite years living near & seeing those peaks, they’re always mysterious. Diana

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

After a daylong, paralyzing dose of arguing among United States Senators, I drifted off to bed dead-tired and brain-dead. Again this morning and with struggles to remain alert, I’ll follow the Senate’s mishigas about “evidence or no witnesses”. Whether anyone enjoys this spectacle or not, its process and outcome will impact significantly the progress and manner of national politics.

All afternoon while watching television, I tried to maintain some of alertness by participating simultaneously in an online drawing course. Yesterday, as much as tolerable, I practiced how to draw human eyes. My assignment was to create eye shapes and add the elements. I drew circles to represent eyeballs, and created lids, lashes, eyebrow hairs, and shadowings.

Television made me sleepy and eye-drawing became paralyzing. I believe wholeheartedly in continuous learning, and understand the difficulties of hanging-in throughout slow teachable processes. I’ll learn from the Senate show more familiarity with key players, better ability to assess their capabilities to think and present, and whether they can be on-target spontaneously.

Meanwhile, as usual and especially this time of year, I follow the local weather. Today’s temperature should climb into the 40s, with rain arriving early this afternoon. Much as I don’t want to keep the horses at home, it’s likely where they’ll stay all day.

Tonight the local driving club will meet. There’s excitement about the revival of this club and what activities it might create. I hope eventually to drive in new areas along with other drivers. More to come!

Dear Friends: Optimal physical health and brain health is a combo-maintenance. Diana