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that winged thing

I need to write a story about hope for a magazine and, so far, all that comes to mind are feathers. These were floating in the pond in Boston Public Garden yesterday. And so was she …

in the oak

Okay. So I’ve been thinking about this since spring really sprung and the oak that arches over the house finally leafed out. To sit with a big piece of white paper before me. To sketch a rectangle and then crisscross the rectangle with diagonal lines. And then with markers or even paint to place dabs of color on the branches to symbolize what I have seen. Red for the cardinals. Blue for the jays. A swoosh of gray for the squirrels. Yellowish-green for the finches. Black-specked brown for the sparrows. But what shall I do for the raccoon I saw yesterday? 🙂

Previously in The Story of My Art: “and then I met Elizabeth”

And now …

The next chapater in this artistic journey is Thursday June 9th.  Meanwhile, learn more about Langosy’s art by contacting Zoe at zlangosy@me.com.

a bridge

a simple construction in Willowdale State Park

basil flowers

Thai basil flowers and leaves in a dish awaiting olive oil.

… in the waters of the pond below.

my view while sitting on a bench in the Boston Public Garden this morning

a true watering hole

All are welcome to gather by the water and rest awhile, the mallards and geese, and this colorful fellow, all I expect accept a hawk.