Curiosity or Truly Sadness?
July 25, 2006
Curiosity or Truly Sadness?….
I was on my way home from work the other day and as usual I’m in the habit of taking a less traveled route home if one is available. Living where there is still plenty of country back roads, it’s not difficult to find a scenic or quiet road where nature is abundant and varied. On this particular road there are swampy overgrown areas with cattails and wild flowers right up to the edge of the blacktop. Normally a perfect habitat for small birds and in particular yellow goldfinch. As I was driving very slow observing the landscape I noticed a small yellow bird in the middle of the road. He just stood there and I had to slow down to a crawl in order not to hit him. I assumed it would fly away as I got close. It was obvious he wasn’t going to move. As I got even closer I noticed another object in the road. It was another goldfinch that had been run over. Sadly it was almost unrecognizable except for a few bright yellow feathers. I was truly touched by what I witnessed and felt I needed to share the thought that although we as humans feel we are the only creatures who feel pain, I wonder if that is accurate.
After this moment, I don’t think so.
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Life no matter what size
the creature
Is fragile
Left behind to ponder, A small yellow bird lonely by it’s mate lying dead on the road
Curiosity or Sadness?
Edging closer, it’s small delicate head sideways glancing
left and right pecking at the feathers to answer for itself….
Am I alone
I frightened it, but only briefly
Finding a branch to perch, it cried a moving sound of loss
Still without flight for leaving would mean loneliness
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Are we alone in our feelings of sadness at death?
Time Is Running Out For Our Children
July 23, 2006
I am not one to stand up and scream my view point to the world but I can no longer stand by silent and listen to the stupidity of the world leaders and their narrow minded viewpoints. It is not about choosing sides or about who has
more rights than who. There is more than enough blame to go around about whose at fault and who started it. Ironically the children suffer the most and it is the leaders of the world who are acting like children on a playground fighting over who broke an imagined rule to the game. Sadly it’s not a game anymore and people of all ages and nationalities are dying because of stubbornness. I understand these conflicts have been brewing for years and years and the roots of the problem are not so easy to detect but for God’s sake, any God, stop the violence against the children of the world!! I struggle to grasp the pure insanity of the politicians and officials in charge of making decisions to benefit a few and ignore the rest. Are they all so arrogant and selfish to not see they are destroying any chance of a peaceful existence for the children of the future. Time is running out for my children, your children and the children of the world. Stop The Stupidity, Stop The Ignorance, Stop The Arrogance, Stop The Insanity, Stop The Wars….
Hudson At Autumn’s Dusk
July 23, 2006
This was very early and naive attempt to create a painting like the masters of the Hudson River School. The truth being that unless I win the lottery, I would never own a real Hudson River painting. I thought I would make my own. Having grown up and lived along the Hudson at various times of my life, I used images from my memory and imagination to chose a viewpoint that I thought would capture the valley’s beauty. It reminds me of the Bear Mountain and Storm King Mountain area. I was in over my head attempting this but I had fun and I went forward and now I own a “real” Hudson River painting.
Turtle Boy
July 21, 2006
Pigs On A Park Bench
July 18, 2006
Block Island
July 18, 2006
This painting was inspired by a beautiful woman. Instead of capturing her beauty, which is way beyond my abilities, I tried to capture a brief moment that we shared together. As I was absorbed in the creating of the painting, I swear I could smell the salt air, the lightness and warmth of the breezes and I know I was remembering her. This is why I paint.
Sheltered
July 18, 2006
Monochrome Fog
July 16, 2006
Inspired by the early morning walks along the banks of the old Mohawk River in Schenectady, New York. After a cool evening, especially during the autumn months, the steam rises off the river and covers the low lying valley with a monochrome mist or fog. It’s very soothing and I hope to capture more of it’s effects in future works.
My Old Backyard
July 16, 2006
Mr. Cole’s Morning View
July 16, 2006
A brief note on the titles of my paintings… They are not named from the actual places but are named because they remind me places I have visited. All of my paintings are from bits and pieces of old memories, inspiration and imagination. This painting when finished reminded me of the stunning valley views from North Lake in the Catskill Mountains. The morning mist and fog was still clinging to the tree branches as the heat of the day turned the cool mountain air into steam. Anyone who is familiar with the works of Thomas Cole and Fredric Church and have been lucky enough to view the stunning natural beauty of North Lake, the Catskill Mountain House cliffs or Kaaterskill Falls knows the beauty that has inspired artists for centuries.