Snowshoe Hare

These really rather cute hares are everywhere in Alaska. I was driving in the early morning on the Richardson Highway in Alaska and saw so many of these on the edges of the roads it was surreal. I had to drive slowly and weave around a hare when it decided to put some speed on and cross into the road. They have exceptionally large feet, for all the snow they live in for most of the year. They will soon be turning white for winter.

One ear

Oh my...civilization today for a moment and I am not kidding. I have been driving on roads that are almost completely devoid of any human activity. The hotels are a bit rustic (wait on the water it has to get heated up first in the house), the views incredible I tell you. They are unspoiled by the occasional house or landmark, they are vast expanses of untraveled country. I can get a sense of exploring somewhere new and uncharted. The weather has been cold mostly, and cloudy although it stays light until 10pm or so. This morning I could see my breath on the tundra it was about 39 degrees out. I cannot get the entire amazingness of this trip in one blurb, but it is a trip of extremes and a memorable one.

The Corby is flying off again..

Blogging will be sporadic as I am flying off to Alaska tomorrow! Be well!

I have dreamt of a place for you and I
No one knows who we are there
All I want is to give my life only to you
I've dreamt so long I cannot dream anymore
Let's run away, I'll take you there

We're leaving here tonight
There's no need to tell anyone
They'd only hold us down
So by the mornings light
We'll be half way to anywhere
Where no one needs a reason

Forget this life
Come with me
Don't look back you're safe now
Unlock your heart
Drop your guard
No one's left to stop you

From "Anywhere" by Evanescence
Wishing someone else I know was going...

A strange pair

A bad storm is on its way so short blogging! These two were trouble I tell you.

Patterned

I wanted to go to a show opening tonight, they have all these events in town and I had some hopes for there. However, I have a bad case of poison ivy and some is on my chin and it is not pretty. So here I am at home hiding my face away sleepy from the medicine the Dr. gave me for it. (yes it is bad enough for a Dr.'s visit.) Nothing but fun times lately, no swimming either for that matter, argh.

In case you are feeling badly for me, watch a somewhat cheesy home video about where I will be going so very soon and hopefully get better pictures from, here
(yes I am a lucky stinker!)

Hey a sign for me!!

Dove

Mute Narcissus

an encore for dw

Portrait

If I can no longer see you
I will paint an empty sky
without the smudge of a bird's wing or cloud
to break the blue
cobalt cool devoid of deep prussian
or bright thalo
I will take up my brush
a turn of the hand that flicks
color craving new meaning
without your perfect chromacity
no browns to match your eye
they are gone, sienna, umber
lost ochre a heartbreak
no flesh pink or scarlet lips
the empty blue ground stares at my eye
a picture plane devoid
I add a thousand drops
of titanium white rain

-By the Corbyhawk herself

If there be any one can take my place
And make you happy whom I grieve to grieve,
Think not that I can grudge it, but believe
I do commend you to that nobler grace,
That readier wit than mine, that sweeter face;
Yea, since your riches make me rich, conceive
I am too crowned, while bridal crowns I weave,
And thread the bridal dance with jocund pace.
For if I did not love you, it might be
That I should grudge you some one dear delight;
But since the heart is yours that was mine own,
Your pleasure is my pleasure, right my right,
Your honourable freedom makes me free,
And you companioned I am not alone.

-Christina Rossetti

I have re-met a friend from 17 years ago today. How odd to walk up to someone you have not seen for 17 years and re-start a friendship from there. It was effortless and instant, quickly stepping away from the first few minutes. The funny part was how closely our experiences parallel each other and how comforting to know that someone else has been in the same boat as you. So it was a great day of re-visiting old high school haunts (literally the local cemetery!) and to jump in where we left off. Where have all those years gone anyway? So fast, time just is flying.

Leda

That was how she found the swan
and fell into his soft brown eyes
as he turned to her
reaching with pinioned wing
her fingers found his breast
and curled within its feathers
he held her such white
softness his grip fierce
running his face upon hers
biting leaving marks
how easily she surrendered thus
fell -backwards on sand
and rock
felt him everywhere around her
in a canopy of white feathers
she clung to him for the last
moments
before he took flight.

-by the Corbyhawk herself

Pinned down

I am in the midst of cleaning up my studio. This is a big project because I was so busy for so long that I mostly would set things in piles until eventually there was no room left. I built a painting rack and moved them over so I have some more space to paint in. So far it is going well but I think I am quitting for now, writing this, getting some tea, and curling up with my book in bed. I found lots of my old journals so here is two old poems, from winter 2006.

You say you are of words
as well
but I am of eyes
namely of the language
that falls out of yours
reach my hands to catch
I find my fingers over them
and try to decipher
your heart.
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He looked at me in the mirrored glass
and I stood
aware unaware shifting
each rebuff
but daring to hope
I could be closer
rebuff-
afraid so I
set up
distance
stuck fast
I long for
the opposite

-By the Corbyhawk
One more bonus poem

lucky she sees you
in everyday
while I catch moments
she has had everything
and I only hours
when you fall to earth
she will mourn you
and I will wait
until we live again

-By the Corbyhawk