Off line for a few days!
Be well...

I spent some time with a few great men, Tunnicliffe, Liljefors, Eckleberry, Singer, Fuertes, to name a few. I was in a library lest you get the wrong idea! It was an enjoyable time, looking, at how the masters made their birds. I never tire of studying them, the work, the turn of a feather, a shadow here and a highlight there. Some perfect in symmetry and others in design. It comforts me to know them and see the passages of their hands to create life. My work is changing as I study and it grows slowly into something new.

Flying in twilight

The days go quickly past and I am busy preparing for the always uncertain future. I have had a major disappointment today in something I was hoping for, we shall see how it pans out but so far it is not good. So I tap into the strength reserve, which you would think was running on empty but there is still a bit left. The dregs of it, really. Still I push on with an energy that just doesn't stop, despite everything. I go on and on because what else is life? I would not have traded a single step with its misguided hopes, not for a moment. I will do what it is I am meant to do. I cannot regret trying, hoping, or loving. I so much still want to believe. Why does darkness have its way of coming to call? I am not home sorrow, knock all you want I will not answer.

Blue flowers

Moon rise

In the winter garden

How real it would have been
delicious meant to be
We'd have laughed sharing memories
...
I cannot bear the slow still rise
of the moon.

-By the Corbyhawk

The Corby is landing

There is always a little let-down when you come home from a great trip. So many things fill my head and so many connections were made. I am overwhelmed with all of it and have that odd sense that I no longer fit into my life. I feel the potential of so many things and I am anxious to sink my teeth into them.

When love's light is shining elsewhere
the cold is hard to shake
but when its shining on you
the winter melts away.
I don't want to know how so
I just want to feel the heat.

O please be good to me.

From Please Be Good to Me by Sarah Slean

Fuertes study skin

The yellow billed cuckoo

What a whirlwind the last few days have been, it will take a while to digest it all. Somethings were just excellent, inspiring and motivating, others were a bit heartbreaking. I am watching the sunset over Cayuga lake as I type this. The hills that slide into the lake are blues and violets cool with a sheen of white haze. The lake is glowing upwards as brightly as the sky above it, maybe even more so. I find I want to stay and go backwards to make hope come again, but it is over isn't it? Today is done and cannot be once more. I may have done things differently a million times but I guess I cannot. I will watch as the sun slinks beyond me into some other world where they are begining. I mourn its light as it leaves everything, slowly dragging itself away. What a beautiful sun it was, a dream really. I have listened and I heard it clear, but perhaps in my hearing I did not know it at all. In a world going ever forward I find I am constantly trying to look backwards.

I am a bit on the

Bailey Hall

I love you in the silence after sound
in echoes of your old memories
in who you are
and who you once were
I love you as footfalls
down old paths
into empty spaces
filled with whispered sounds
of voices long lost.
I love you as the note rings true
out of the throats of birds
as the string is struck
resonating endlessly forward.
I love you when the crow caws
evening, evening, evening
as the sun settles himself
and the curtain of twilight falls
I love you as I dream you here
imagine the soft weight of your fingertips
pressing in
what notes you sound from me
tuning my soul
that now mute
waits for you to play on.

-By the Corbyhawk herself

Tree Ladder

Magnolia

I would take you to
the dark understory
below daylight green leaves
to the places of wet earth
and rotting branches
I have no scruples
and would sit at your feet
sharing your great boughs
with the light
I would wrap my arms around
and lay between your roots
be the pulse that feeds you
underneath-
I need to title, no age
no ring, no name
the humid darkness of beetles
the small movers of earth
I wait and stay ever present
throw down your vines
look down, love has no mercy
no title, no age
no ring, no name
it sits below your feet
I want to paint you
as my Abbot Thayer
ever rising above me
standing on my hands.

-By the Corbyhawk herself

I am bad really, in all that time I wanted ...

Hey everyone, this will be short as I am in ap public place and cannot get my personal computer to work. Ugh, anyway things went well with my presentation and I have my other one the day after tomorrow. Wish me luck on that one!! This one is already over and it went fast... maybe tomorrow?

Goodnight and sleep well ..