Showing posts with label Granite Falls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Granite Falls. Show all posts

Monday, January 10, 2011

The Walking Dog


Hi Everyone! Let's hear it for the Seahawks! The Seattle Seahawks' beat the New Orleans Saints 41-36. I know it has been a few days since I posted, but I've been adjusting to a new schedule. Also, I tried to finish a new expressionism influenced acrylic painting, however it may take another day or two to complete. This weekend found me back in the swing of teaching all day and gigging at night. I played Saturday night North of where I live, in Granite Falls, and there was six inches of snow on the roads after the gig. It was rather treacherous driving home due to the fallen trees on the main road, and I'm glad my friend Ginger was riding with me to help me spot them. In this blog posting the painting is a quick impressionistic style of acrylic painting. I've linked one of my favorite american composers to this posting too - Aaron Copland Appalachian Spring. Nighty night. xxoo


The Walking Dog

The walking dog
Looking for a maiden
Strolling the sunlit park
At noon on a Sunday
Confident in his search
That what will be will be
Admiring a few flowers
Gazing in peace

Copyright 2011 - LAM

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Walking on My Hands


Hi Everyone, boy, okay, I won't say it - I'm so _____. I'm looking forward to Sunday night when I get a little break. I finished my third gig tonight with Brainstorm at the Timberline in Granite Falls, and I only have one more to go tomorrow/Sat. however you look at the earlier morning time which is still Friday to me since I haven't gone to sleep yet. I'm happy my son is home from college. Yahooey! I do have to wake up early tomorrow - later this morning - to teach all day till I leave for my gig, so I'll make this quick! Thanks for reading and looking at my blog. Nighty night! xxoo

Walking On My Hands
Walking on my hands
I take a different stand
Recognizing from horses eyes
Another’s silly disguise
To hide a truth
Deep within their roots
Compassion I feel
But first
My own open wounds
I must heal
Copyright 2010 - LAM