Gathering Storm

Location Taken: Somewhere in Saskatchewan, Canada
Time Taken: June 2010

I love watching clouds go by. I especially love it when the clouds are thick enough to block the sun. A patch of darkness slips over the land, creeping up on me. It slides over. And I go from the piercing burn of sunlight hitting my skin to the gentle brush of reflected light slipping through the cloud.

I really am made for clouds and rain and storms. My good weather is other people’s bad weather, and vice versa. I hear the weather forecasters chatting happily about an upcoming sunny day, talking about going to the beach or playing out in the sun, and I mentally schedule a day inside with the curtains closed. When they go all serious about a storm coming through, I throw open the windows to let the storm wind in.

…I really don’t know if anyone else opens their windows for stormy weather. Just another of my oddities, I guess…

  

Ubiquitous Unavailability

Time Created: December 2006

I am finding it odd how both prevalent and non-existent the internet has gotten. I haven’t gotten on the internet for five days or so, and that was three days after the time before that. And yet, I almost had the option every night.

Just about every place I’ve spent the night on this road trip I’m on has internet available. Now if only it worked. Every single place, the connection kept dropping, or being so faint I couldn’t really use it, or claimed it connected but refused to give me the sweet taste of internet.

Still, it was impressive how many places I had the possibility of internet. Did you know that a lot of the National Parks in Canada (or at least extreme eastern Canada) have internet available in at least one of the campgrounds. There I was, sitting in a tent in what could easily be called the middle of nowhere, trying to connect to the world. In ten years or less, those connections will be stable, and I really will be able to update this anywhere I want, rather than having to upload a batch of five or six at a time in the rare times the internet is stable enough to connect to. Which, frankly, will be awesome.

Even now, it’s pretty impressive if you really think about it. I mean, I’m writing this on a 14-hour ferry ride from Newfoundland to Nova Scotia, miles from land, and I’ve got a connection. Well, at least a full five bars of signal. It’s connected, but not to the internet. Wish I knew why. The days where sailors would leave home and not be heard of from years just because they couldn’t make it home in that time. Now, they can get access pretty solidly, keeping up with the events at home just fine. Well, at least if they invest the money on the mobile internet system.

The internet really is an impressive invention, isn’t it. Now if only it was a little more ubiquitous…

  

You want turtle for dinner, punk? Come and fight me first!

Time Drawn: Spring 2012

I’m writing this while on a boat far far from land. I might have seen France go by, but I could swear I haven’t left the continent of North America… (Bonus points if you can figure out where I am from that!)

So time to pull out this guy, since sea creatures are close to heart, or at least closer than land creatures.

I really am not sure where this came from. It’s certainly more rude than I usually care for. I don’t like this particular hand expression, much less ever use it myself. It was really awkward to draw, especially since I had to mold my hand into that gesture for reference. My goodness, is it painful to even get my fingers in the full position. Why do people do this again?

Swearing is really just not something I do. My parents don’t swear, nor do any of the extended family. My sister picked up the habit a bit, from friends, but I never did. The most I ever do is add “bloody” when a sentence calls for an expletive for the proper emphasis. And I’m not even using the term as the British do, as a shortening for the somewhat blasphemous God’s Blood. I just feel rather bloody-minded when I actually am in a mood to use an expletive, and it’s a bit of a warning to those listening that if they don’t pay attention, well, things might just GET bloody.

I’ve even had people comment on my lack of swearing. It’s a bit startling, since it is a lack of something, which requires people to pay more attention to its absense than I’d have thought. I know it’s quite standard in certain subcultures, to the point of being in every other sentence (or, sometimes, every other word). But it really isn’t part of mine.

This piece was one that came into being as I drew it, going logically from part to part, starting from a decision to try a rather strong bird’s eye perspective on a face. The turtle caught in the net was actually after the gesture, when I decided to add a justification for said gesture. I was mainly trying out a few new painting techniques on this that added nothing to content. Although, the soft shading that painting wet-into-wet gives does add to the piece…

…Wet-into-wet is where you lay down a color in watercolors, then, before that area dries, lay down another area of color next to it. Both are wet, and the water joins the area and blends together the colors at the edge. It produces soft, beautiful gradients, but you lose some control and it needs to be done quickly. Some papers are designed to inhibit the drying of water to make it easier to use this technique, but I’m using cheaper paper for most of my pieces and tend to prefer doing wet-into-dry anyway.

  

The Poetry of Sunsets, and the Lack of my Poetry

Location Taken: Columbia, Maryland
Time Taken: August 2010

Pretty sunset, isn’t it?

Do you know how tough it is to find unique things to say about a sunset? It’s a very well-covered topic. Literature and especially poetry have been covering the topic for millenia, after all. Just about all the beautiful things that can be said about it have been said. Hmm… What does that leave me…

It’s a sun. The planet’s rotated so that said sun is shortly going to be eclipsed by the planet itself so that the light is no longer visible where the viewer is standing. There’s a lake. It is showing the reflection of said sun very well. There are trees. They appear black because there is enough of a disparity between the light on them and the light from the sun that the faint light on them is out of the light level our human eyes adjust to when looking at the sunset.

Yeah, not really poetic, is it?

  

High Falls Falling

Location Taken: Just south of Wawa, Ontario
Time Taken: June 2010

This may look a little familiar. It’s the same High Falls I talked about last Sunday.

Here, I was trying a shot of the place where the falling water met the rock on the side of the bottom. There was even a cute little tree to add color.

Too bad about the lack of decent contrast. The mist generated by the falling water just blurred it all out. And the tree just ended up looking bedraggled and kinda wet.

Still, at least I did capture some of the power and dynamicism of the waterfall.