|"January Ice", watercolor, 11" x 15", VClaff, 2012|
I've been gone from here... gone down into my roots and out into the wintry forest
where the creaking and cracking breaks the quiet and the snow squeaks underfoot
from the frigid air. There is deep stillness in the forest, and no turning away from
the fragility of life. Blood on the snow and late night yips of coyotes tell tales
of winter survival.
|"Late Winter Forest", watercolor, 11" x 15", VClaff, 2012|
visit and supporting Pasha through another emergency vet visit to get things
moving along his internal pipeline. After his second visit to the ER, I really thought
he wasn't going to make it. But the holistic vet sent a new bunch of Chinese herbs,
and put him on a pill that he said works wonders for elder kitties, and miraculously,
my father and I watched Pasha grow stronger day by day. Outside we trudged for
several daily walks, to the studio and back, even in the biting cold. Two weeks
since his last crisis, he seems more stable than in a long while. I am his alchemist,
adding powdered herbs and homeopathic remedies to his food and drizzling cod
liver oil over the top which he now won't eat without.
I record the frozen winter light with my camera and wonder how these images
might influence the winter paintings to come.
In late December the forest was full of bobcats,
and ferns peaking out from the snow,
and weedstalks still feeding the birds until the deeper snows bury them.
We sit on the stoop, Pasha and I, and take in the late afternoon quiet,
and I am grateful for his company.