Saturday, February 28, 2015

A Carnival Sky

A Carnival Sky - watercolor
5x7


Here Comes the Sun

watercolor - 5x7


Swamped

watercolor - 5x7


Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Negotiations

"Ok, throw in an ice cream cone and you've got yourself a deal".


Monday, February 16, 2015

Western Mornings

Western Mornings - watercolors



Wild Sky in Montana

watercolor


Daughters of Oden

DAUGHTERS OF ODEN

Daughter of Oden, Valkyrie
Cause of the heroes slain
Valhalla’s open gates to see
Forever Norsemen reign

Oden’s warriors einherjar
Valkyrie serve them drink
Skuld carried from battle far
Across the foamy brink

To every battle the Valkyrie
Until final Ragnorok begins
Oden’s norn cross the sea
Blown by the Northern wind

Norse heroes of Oden die
Valkyrie choose the slain
Sail Norsemen to endless sky
Drink mead to ease the pain

Friday, February 13, 2015

Mountain Morning in Yellow and Blue


watercolor - 5x7


The Night was Clear and the Moon was Yellow






Deception





 The Illusion of Springtime.

The mild temperatures this winter in Montana have created the illusion of "Springtime in the Rockies".  Last spring a pair of chickadees set up housekeeping in the decorative birdhouse sitting on the window box outside my kitchen window.  They moved into the nice house with the vaulted ceiling one spring morning, and remodeled (I could hear them hammering away).  They raised their 7 babies and left one early morning without paying a penny of rent.  I saw them yesterday flying in and out of the old homestead.  They think it is springtime.  The weather has been balmy for Montana the last couple weeks 50's and 60's for afternoon highs .............but the weather man says minus temperatures by Tuesday.  The chickadees will be confused and disappointed; and so will I. 

Sunday, February 8, 2015

At Auction


I will be consigning at auction these two 5x7 framed, matted and signed with the cowboy hat logo at the end of the signature,  watercolor prints:  "Morning Lodges at Badger Creek", and "After the Morning Rain".







They were the choice of the auctioneer.   http://go2guysauction.com/


Monday, February 2, 2015

Belts, by Rudyard Kipling





Belts

There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay,
Between an Irish regiment an' English cavalree;
It started at Revelly an' it lasted on till dark:
The first man dropped at Harrison's, the last forninst the Park.
    For it was: -- "Belts, belts, belts, an' that's one for you!"
    An' it was "Belts, belts, belts, an' that's done for you!"
    O buckle an' tongue
    Was the song that we sung
    From Harrison's down to the Park!
 
There was a row in Silver Street -- the regiments was out,
They called us "Delhi Rebels", an' we answered "Threes about!"
That drew them like a hornet's nest -- we met them good an' large,
The English at the double an' the Irish at the charge.
    Then it was: -- "Belts, &c."
 
There was a row in Silver Street -- an' I was in it too;
We passed the time o' day, an' then the belts went whirraru!
I misremember what occurred, but subsequint the storm,
A Freeman's Journal Supplemint was all my uniform.
    O it was: -- "Belts, &c."
 
There was a row in Silver Street -- they sent the Polis there,
The English were too drunk to know, the Irish didn't care;
But when they grew impertinint we simultaneous rose,
Till half o' them was Liffey mud an' half was tatthered clo'es.
    For it was: -- "Belts, &c."
 
There was a row in Silver Street -- it might ha' raged till now,
But some one drew his side-arm clear, an' nobody knew how;
'Twas Hogan took the point an' dropped; we saw the red blood run:
An' so we all was murderers that started out in fun.
    While it was: -- "Belts, &c."
 
There was a row in Silver Street -- but that put down the shine,
Wid each man whisperin' to his next:  "'Twas never work o' mine!"
We went away like beaten dogs, an' down the street we bore him,
The poor dumb corpse that couldn't tell the bhoys were sorry for him.
    When it was: -- "Belts, &c."
 
There was a row in Silver Street -- it isn't over yet,
For half of us are under guard wid punishments to get;
'Tis all a merricle to me as in the Clink I lie:
There was a row in Silver Street -- begod, I wonder why!
    But it was: -- "Belts, belts, belts, an' that's one for you!"
    An' it was "Belts, belts, belts, an' that's done for you!"
    O buckle an' tongue
    Was the song that we sung
    From Harrison's down to the Park!