Sixty One
A place visited often
Memories like this
Still exist
Though I was young
in the summer
Or spring
Revisited in middle age
Even more when starting over
In the time between
Now at sixty one
The place I see in winter
A place I know I will visit
Again when feeling even older
Than I feel now
I painted this from a doodle I had quickly
sketched earlier in the morning, in a doctor’s waiting room. I was the driver,
not the patient, so I had time to do a number of these doodles.
The painting took place later in the day,
followed by the words.
I find myself escaping to this place I
remember though I’ve never been there before in winter. At sixty-one, a place I
think I would like better now with snow.
18”x 12” Watercolor on 140# cold press
beautifull result Anthony
ReplyDeleteUnlike us, the landscape renews as the seasons pass - somehow it doesn't seem fair. This sounds like a special place for you. When you visit there, do you still view it through your boy-eyes? Experience may change us, but I think it's only our flesh that truly ages.
ReplyDeletenouvelles couleurs, Laura: Thank you
ReplyDeleteShrinky: In places like this I’m not sure age is recognized. I am the boy again romping through the woods in an ageless face. Although, I don’t romp so good anymore.. when I realize this, I do feel a little older, but not much. A good thing about winter is the ice. It keeps the water from becoming a mirror.