Seeds of Inspiration

Glowing embers in the blue-black of the fading day. 

Outside, sleet and freezing rain beating on a drum 

of softening snow. Just a brief respite between 

frozen winds and clinking icicles. Late tonight 

 temperatures will drop again and somewhere 

above, the snow maker will sculpt 

crystalline flake-mandalas. 

(do click larger to see the amazing detail in these!)

In a moment of remembering today, I pulled out 

an envelope of treasures. Years ago my father gave 

me two of my grandfather's notebooks, both from his 

work as a marine biologist. 

One is a small, handmade folio of card stock 

on which are pasted algae specimens collected 

from Long Island Sound. Delicate branching 

systems, and warm sepia tones: they 

could be drawings of trees. 

A well-spring of inspiration, seeds of  

drawings take root in me. Even the process of scanning 

these few pages have sparked to life some 

sleeping embers in my imagination. 

Obsessed as I am with branching systems, 

this tree caught my attention on a recent snow shoe. 

The lichen and moss patterns: variations of fractal 

patterns in the microcosm.

If ever my studio heater arrives, I think the images 

trapped inside me will explode onto paper. Though 

I've been drawing, what I want is my work table with 

my bones and stones, nests and feathers and the 

freedom to be as messy as I need to be. 

I know there has also been a gift in this time. 

I've been forced to look closely, to step out of routine 

and to let other forms of expression fulfill 

my need to create. 

Above and below, branching systems studies. 

A large wound on a beech tree reminds me that I am 

molded beautifully by the forces that push against me.

Beautiful bark texture on enormous ash tree 

in a nearby old growth forest.

My friend and neighbor, Anneliese and I snow shoed in the 

deep snow on the Rivulet Trail, one of the few remaining 

stands of old growth in New England. The trail is on

the homestead of the poet, William Cullen Bryant,  

 who "helped inspire the 19th-century land conservation 

movement that involved Frederic Law Olmsted and 

Charles Eliot, founder of The Trustees of Reservations." 

(from the Bryant Homestead site link above)

  The pine loop on the trail winds around pine trees 

reaching up to 150 feet. 

 Anneliese enjoys a moment with 

an enormous cherry tree. Its rare 

to find such a huge, straight cherry 

still standing as the wood is prized 

for veneers and furniture. The Rivulet 

Trail has several beautiful old cherry trees. 

At the beginning of our journey, 

we were met by this wonderful forest spirit.

We want to re-visit him in the spring to see 

if his fern-dreads are rooted there or 

somehow found their way onto his crown.  

We are still buried in snow, with no end in site. 

So much so that roofs are collapsing. Everywhere 

around town, roofs were dotted with people throwing 

snow onto huge piles, sometimes covering windows. 

I've been out in many a storm, trying to stay ahead. 

Arctic fashion is somewhat turtle-like. 

I really might have to have a neighbor come over with his 

tractor to move some snow around so I can still shovel 

a path to the studio! 

I decided to head the warnings, and do some 

roof raking yesterday. Tootling around on snowshoes

with a long-poled shovel-thing was amusing. A 

couple of times I dislodged a snow pile onto 

my head, and almost toppled over backwards 

when it let go!  

I decided to leave it to the youth to do the high roofs, 

so Shelby came over and shoveled. Having the two of us 

out and about all day  was great entertainment for Pasha, 

until he realized that our activities resulted in snow avalanches.  

A sense of solidarity came with the snows: 

  all of us engaged in the same chores, passing on  

humorous stories as we passed roof rakes 

one to another. 

I leave you with a recent tree drawing. I'm stuck here 

wondering whether to leave it as is or bring out more 

light. What do you think?