Thursday, August 16, 2018

High

High

Wake up to the world all around you
your heart and your spirit are free
accept your mistakes
don’t worry
try to live
try to breathe
try to be.

Find your peace 
in the center of chaos
listen when you can’t find the words
swallow your pride 
tame your ego
make friends with the trees and the birds.

Fly high on the wings of your ancestors
grow up 
and find love
and find light
believe in the flip side of evil
seek some answers 
know your truths
do what’s right.


~Becky Robbins

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Barn Owl


"Barn Owl"
20"x16" oil pastel on canvas


It was pure joy to navigate all the expression in this beautiful face.

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Sunday, July 1, 2018

Grackle


"Grackle"
12"x12" oil pastel on canvas


One of the more dramatic birds to visit our feeder, Common Grackle, quiscalus quiscula.

Monday, June 18, 2018

Pennesseewassee Sunrise



"Pennesseewassee Sunrise"
12"x16" oil pastel on canvas


Lake Pennesseewassee, also known as Norway Lake, is one of the many gems of Norway, Maine.

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Ruffed Grouse Mom



We were hiking in Sebago, Maine when this Ruffed Grouse, Bonasa umbellus, came thrashing out onto the trail and faked a broken wing, dragging it on the ground and squealing and running up and down the trail ahead of us. She must have had babies in the woods nearby that she was trying to lead us away from. She came out of nowhere and we never saw the babies. Such a display!

Saturday, June 16, 2018

My Vintage Polish Doll



When I was a kid I went to visit my older sister at the house she shared with a boyfriend. Giving me a tour of the property, he showed me around his old barn. I found this sweet vintage Polish doll in a corner and he said it must have belonged to the previous owners, and that I could keep it. I’ve always treasured her, and she sits prettily on a shelf in my living room.
Years later, long after they had broken up, the boyfriend I had visited hanged himself in that very barn. I’d seen him a few times over the years and it was apparent to all that he had a terrible drug addiction, but I really don’t know why he chose to kill himself. He was young, around 30 years old or so when he died. I think of him and his kindness towards me every time I look at the doll. And I still remember just how she looked when I found her in the dusty, slanted, peaceful light of that old barn.