This is an oil pastel on canvas paper blended with a turpentine wash.
Changing Shape
Turn, turn, my wheel! All things must change
To something new, to something strange;
Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
To-morrow be to-day.
The light was magnificent behind chimney rock, the sky a shocking blue. It only lasted a moment, so I caught it fast and loose in a little study. The clouds and light change quickly here, I am constantly trying to pause and notice before the moment slips away. A piece of the chimney fell off between the time I hiked the trail to the top last night and when I looked agin today. The changing made me think of HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW’s poem “Kéramos” written in 1878. The shape of Chimney Rock, and those 4 kids of mine…all things must change. Look quick before the moment slips away, indeed to-morrow be to-day.
Sunset 23 June 2013
Chimney Rock is a lovely after dinner hike. Tonight I hiked it with family and friends, old and new. The weather was delightful, and my girls so much stronger than they were a year ago when we last hiked this trail together. The two Prairie Rattlers we saw on the trail kept us sober, and reminded us that wilderness is wild. On the way down, the sunset was spectacular.
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