Textures of A Morning

This is the view I wake up to each day. The squirrel on the fence scampered off just before I snapped this shot.

These are the photos I was messing with on Sunday in my alternative office while sipping on a latte.

And this is the heart healthy breakfast I just ate.

Sometimes in the morning, even though the morning is crisp and clear, what to begin with is not. So we nose and nudge around, maybe have a coffee or steep some tea, waiting. Taking stock of the morning's cues. Ahh, the sky IS crisper today. That blue of sky, those dapples on the roof speak more of fall than summer. I look at those Chandeleur base camp photos again. Contrast is an important word for me this week. How does that play out today? Then, hm, no, not a smoothy this morning. I need a little crunch. And as I wake a little more this, what's at the top of my 3 Most Important tasks? Words or pictures first?

Some mornings the muse needs a little bit of coaxing. A little look out the window. Another shuffle through the sketchbook, a bit of nourishment. It's a quiet time, expectant, but dreams in the night last night are not quite worn off. This morning that design email will have to wait. I have the need to draw textures and contrasts. This is how it is sometimes when an artist is in process. A gentle need, a quiet rasp of graphite across a page. Non verbal coaxing. And letting go.

My gentle early morning brain doesn't always give me the big plan, it just says here, here's where we'll start. Some mornings it is like this. The day is just waiting for me to figure out a color. To play with some line. Then I can puddle paints, or slather glazes, or cut and glue some shapes. I have no idea exactly what we'll do today, but my muse does. I just have to show up. I'll need another cup of tea... yep, sometimes the muse whispers as a pencil leaves a mark. Says come over here, just look, look right here at this. Forget those numbers, and those to do lists until later and just marvel at this little bit. But it is a loud whisper. So I listen.

Sometimes it is just like this, how is it for you? Do you jump right up, and meet the day...or linger just a bit?