Tried to capture some Tui shots down at Virginia Lake today, but they proved as elusive as usual, plus I still cannot walk very far. But I loved the peeling bark and beautiful shapes of the eucalyptus with little glimpses of glossy feathers in between.
TUIS (with apologies to Joyce Kilmer ‘Trees’)
I think that I shall never see
a Tui clearly in a tree….
a tree with bark so loosely pressed
that hides a secret feather-dressed
a bird with plumage blue and green
with sculpted branches in between
poems are made by fools like me
but only Tuis hide in trees
© Maureen Sudlow
I have always been fascinated by the concept that what we see may no longer exist, and it prompted a haiku…
…but something in me kept wanting to change that last line
Then I read Psalm 139:12 ‘Even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day, for darkness is as light to you.’ and I understood.
Went walking when the sun finally came out yesterday, but had problems with my ankle so had to abort the walk early. Never mind, more time to spend painting…
a sketch of our local tram down by the river.
A bit idle today – need to get back to painting. Meanwhile…
Still chaos here as we extend our painting into the living areas.
…and I’ve been escaping by doing a bit of painting of my own.
Although it’s rather cold for this sort of thing at the moment.
“when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.” Kenneth Grahame ‘Wind in the Willows’
on the journey
…the tide was out, and I was fascinated by the different colours and shapes under the town bridge.