Studio Notes

a pair of geese flew by; outside my studio window; i’m glad elephants don’t fly

A Few New Paintings: It is a beautiful day in the neighbourhood

The Bleached Tree. Brandywine River, Pennsylvania.  Oil on panel, 12 by 24 inches.

The Bleached Tree.

Brandywine River, Pennsylvania. 

Oil on panel, 12 by 24 inches.

A Beautiful Autumn Day at the Laurels Preserve.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know. 
His house is in the village though; 
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake. 
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, 
But I have promises to keep, 
And miles to go before I sleep, 
And miles to go before I sleep.