frozen dawn …oil painting

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frozen dawn (6″ x 8″)

A memory of a winter walk over “the mountain” in Montreal …the squeak of the snow underfoot and air freezing in nostrils… This view from a path in the Parc du Mont-Royal is based on a photo taken recently by a friend – thanks Elena! I love the glow of the sun rising over the St. Laurent in the distance as well as the long shadows in the foreground. I experimented with this small (6×8) painting using thicker brushstrokes of paint to capture the shimmer of light.

Once again, Tom’s words paint the scene into poetry and celebrate the moment.

fire across the winter sky
burning down the frozen hours
rising up above the lie
of snow between the wooden towers
presaging the dance to come
where the world is lost and won
by the shadow and the light
in sweeping depths, abyssal heights
embracing moments on the tide
of light that’s pouring through the trees
stirring an unmoving breeze
along the path where truth abides
between cold past and future tense
moments turning here to hence

image (c) 2018 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2018 TJ Radcliffe

a wintery doodle for Christmas…

wintery togetherness

A quick doodle to celebrate the season… so busy with everything related to said season that I haven’t been posting much here and the buffer for Albion is getting smaller. Hopefully I can catch back up over the holidays.

Wishing you the Best of the Season and a Wonderful New Year.

UPDATE: New sonnet from Tom to capture both the cold and the warmth of winter…

The winter night in glinting diamond silence
sparkles in cold light, the Solstice Moon
glows bright upon the hills with blue fluorescence
across the open spaces deeply strewn
with virgin snow: a wonderland of ice
where lovers might take pause to contemplate
the beauty of this frozen paradise
where nothing moves and everything awaits.
Their hands are joined within a single glove
the touch of skin a promise for the night
to come while silently the stars above
reflect the frozen diamonds of the night.
One single thing belies the winter the cold:
The warmth of hands that other hands enfold

Copyright (C) 2011 TJ Radcliffe

(cc) 2011 Hilary Farmer

wintery anticipation…

what is this white stuff??

A very random doodle today. Actually we’ve been having a very mild fall so far but the weather is supposed to change tomorrow so winter must have been on my mind!

She seems to be in the midst of saying something but I’m not sure what it is…

UPDATE: Just in – a lovely and bilingual approach to the illustration in the for of a Pushkin sonnet no less!

“I love this season’s consumation:
Je ne suis pas un hiver-phobe!
Mais oui, it’s still a small frustration
when the city dons her robe
of downy white; so soft, enchanting,
yet quite enough to set me ranting!
Le métro est en retard!
The slippery streets make driving hard!
But walking is for lower classes,
non pour une ingénue like me
caught adrift on snowy seas
until her handsome hero passes
who will my dreadful stress assuage
And be my knight, mon homme de neige!”
:-)

Copyright (C) 2011 TJ Radcliffe

image (cc) 2011 Hilary Farmer

winter’s end haiku by Issa…

Issa winter's end haiku with incidental cat

on the eaves
firewood and a cat…
snow is melting

小庇の薪と猫と雪解哉

kobisashi ni maki to neko to yukige kana

Issa 1818

I find this one a bit funny – maybe it’s clear in the Japanese but does it mean the cat and the firewood are on the eaves with the melting snow? I didn’t think so as you can see from my accompanying doodle.
I decided to call it “winter’s end” but I suppose it could just as easily be a temporary thaw… I guess I’m just hoping!
A nice piece of trivia (well that ties in nicely with my blog name) is that this master haiku writer’s pen name, Issa means “a cup of tea”!
If you like the idea of reading more of his over 9500 haikus check this site. You can read random selections or pick something based on a season… or cats!

image (cc) 2010 Hilary Farmer

winter crow…

winter crow

I was walking on the mountain yesterday and noticed a crow perched on an improbably high branch which inspired this doodle. It was a lovely day – soft (for February) with a pale winter sun occasionally breaking through the clouds.

This morning we participated in a tea tasting – just of Taiwan wulongs! ten different ones… It was quite eye-opening. Although I already had a good idea that there is a huge range of flavours within this family of teas, it really was remarkable. The aged Wulongs had an especially strong range of flavours. While I often enjoy strong flavours, I found myself gravitating towards the greener, fresher-flavoured varieties. I won’t get into the details of which one seemed to me like over-ripe olives, which like burnt chocolate and which like flowers on a sunny day… There are real experts out there discussing tea and if you are interested in the world of Chinese tea, check out the links to the right. If particularly in Wulongs, here’s an interesting article on Taiwan Dong Ding Wulong. (Note: due to transliteration differences, Dong Ding = Tung Ting and Oolong = Wulong)

image (cc) 2010 Hilary Farmer