…because I was in the middle of neglecting the blog back when summer was actually here, and also because I am so “blibbity blop blop” sick of winter.
Last August when we were at the cottage, we had a bit of magic slowly unfold. Monarch chrysalis were everywhere. Mostly near the beach on the milkweed, but also several on the boathouse. We watched them mature and either die or transform.
Sadly all did not make it…black, a sign of death in the second photo. Do you see the tick near the top in the photo directly below….giving the kiss of death:
I had to paint a monarch after enjoying the metamorphosis’…..here is a progression of the painting I completed over the summer.
Watercolor, of course! Now, let’s hope for spring to arrive very soon.
“There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.” -Nelson Mandela
Goodness, much has changed since the last time I posted. Over the past 11 months we have had many big life changes. First we moved my mother out of her condo into an apartment. We then moved into that empty condo. That was no easy feat, after living in our home for 38 years. But this new living space is perfect for us. It is lovely and spacious without being too much. I have a sunny studio, and a basement for the messier projects and the inevitable storage we need. And Jeff is happy because his shop is a mile away, the snow is shoveled, and the grass is cut.
I do miss my garden, but I will find a way to enjoy flora and fauna, and utilize my green thumb. I am surrounded by trees and wildlife here, and find myself walking much more than I ever did at our house.
The other big change is that I have officially retired! I am just getting used to this decision and it doesn’t feel real quite yet.
This blob has long been a favorite place, and it feels right to return!
It was such a calm, colorful, perfect August evening. I was snapping photos like crazy while the guys were fishing off the pier. The painting may not be perfect, but it is brings back the flood of memories much better than my photos. Does any of my family recognize the fisherman?
We were with Patt and Jim for two weeks! The “kids” were there for the first week too. Patt’s pool got used everyday…the Little’s wanted to swim just about every minute. They all stayed in another beach house, which worked out wonderfully for all. We visited Cayo Costa, Cabbage Key, The Bubble Room on Captiva, Matlacha. We saw dolphins, manatees, eagles, tortoises.
Walking to the beach and viewing the sunset with a glass of wine was a daily ritual.
Love this place….I’ve walked the beach, rode a bike, sat with my feet in the pool, hung outdoors all day. If this is retirement is like, yes please. I feel like a kid who can do whatever she wants…..so I painted.
Just hiding out for a while. All is well. I tried “thinking about” posting my photos to Instagram. Nah. I’m just comfortable sharing here. My old justification…I’m not in your face (or feed), you must come to this “blob” to visit me.
Here is a painting I completed in the fall, a moment to remember. Looking out from the porch of the Grand Hotel on Mackinaw Island.
I’ve been painting quite a bit. Some not worthy to share, but I do kinda like this one.