Summer blues

I got up early this morning feeling refreshed.

I sat outside with my coffee.

It was cool and still with a hint of fall in the air.

A faint dripping noise was in the background.

It’s damp but not wet.

I thank God for the moment and wonder what the day will bring.

Being that it is the last day of this long weekend.

The dripping persists almost like a woodpecker. The birds join in.

There’s a haze in the distance but the grass is very green and the woodchips orange.

A hummingbird buzzes a little too close.

The sun is trying to come out adding some color to the trees and then subsides.

A quiet wind has picked up and the clouds are rolling by.

The birds are surprisingly quiet again but that dripping never stops.

I get these visual revelations in my head sometimes.

As to how I should finish a painting that I’ve been struggling with or avoiding.

It’s a painting that has been sitting for quite awhile.

None of the ones I’ve been working on or even thinking about.

I found it and pulled it out of the garage.

It had some striking moments which I am pleased with but it’s in a medium I no longer work with.

But if there’s and end in sight this is a painting for me.