Tag: Monochrome-Madness
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February Morning Ride
February Morning Ride first ride with electronic assistheart attack hills no longer resist blue sky abovemarbled withwhite fluffy clouds while the vistasnorth through southbutt up against mountainsriver gorges and high passesthe main ways out the interim planes filled with yellowBrittlebush and Greasewoodlike pastel paintingslandscapes hung to wow only a few walkers and ridersin the morning…
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Would-a, Should-a…
Would-a Should-a Could-a As ‘Now’ barrels into destiny’s fateRolling along, a transitioning gateIt leaves history and would-aShould-a could-a in its wake –LE Residual influences of the Rubaiyat, only a dim memory from my youth…
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Laying-on Paint
Laying-on Paint background musicto start – sonatas forviolin and guitar canvas preparedrough draft ofvision laid down paints on palateessential colorsmixed and ready brush-tip drips colorlaid on canvas andshapes are rendered with patient strokesor dabbed and scrapedwith palette knife bold music changes assessions fly bypainting completed in many winks ofthe eye – studiedthis playful vision rendered…
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First Sunday In January – Morning Ride
First Sunday In January – Morning Ride the morning air was heavy and thickhazy sunshine filtered throughthe thickly marbled sky encountered only a couple ofdog-walkers using the Loopand a paint horse and riderleisurely ambling southin the dry riverbed yellow goat head thorn blossomscyclists with air-filled tires’ banecovered large swaths ofthe Loop’s sides along with an…
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Glaring Sun
This is a memory from the first three quarters of my life in the fozen north Glaring Sun Eyes squint, glaring sunfrom snow hills against blue skiesdry pampas grass waves. –LE – Circa 1999
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More Shadows
More Shadows light beams interveneddistorted shadows caststrange abstract pictures unadorned walls changefloors at right angles augmentnightmare shadow-art –LE – 12/30/25
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Snowblind
An old one from my time in the frozen north…; -) Snowblind Snowblind in sunshine,dark barky spines protruding,sparrow-buds in bloom. –LE – circa 1998
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Winter Haiku
More Winter Haiku Sparrows swarm in trees;dim light, cold windy morning —a lone bluejay calls. Cold windy shoreline —Blue heron stands on one leg,head hunched in shoulders. Sliding down the road,antilock brakes’s staccato —black ice beckoning. Slaming the car door,snow-dust covers my face —Jack Frost mocking me! –LE
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Two – Dimensional Me
Two – Dimensional Me the lamp cast meon the wallin two dimensionsa perfect silhouette as I turned tolook at meI turned and gazedback at myself I wondered whatmy other self seesimitating my every moveperfectly though sometimesin distorted perspectivesdependant on light sourceand surface juxtapositions my 3-d self a divinityto 2-d me?moral and just ordark and evil?…
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My Latest – December Morning Ride
December Morning Ride Rolled out in theMorning sunshineA few contrailsCrisscrossed above With deep blue overheadTrailing to very paleOn the distant horizonsAs Sol’s long raysTook the chill away Only a few bikersAnd a couple ofwalkers crossedOur path out and back Another cool, quiet mornOn our multiuse pathEl Loop de Tucson –LE – 12/2/25
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