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Fall Show … space paintings

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Tomorrow morning, I will be selling paintings and books at the New Maryland Fall Show (Faith Baptist Church, New Maryland Highway, New Maryland, New Brunswick, 9-2). To accompany my science-fiction books in the Meniscus Series, I have done some little space paintings.

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Oct. 28, 2017 ‘spatter’ 6″ x 8″ $15 Jane Tims

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Oct. 8, 2017 “spacescape” 8″ x 10″ $20 Jane Tims

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Nov. 1, 2017 ‘space’ 8″ x 8″ $20  Jane Tims

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Copyright Jane Tims 2017

 

Written by jane tims

November 3, 2017 at 12:17 pm

in the shelter of the covered bridge – conjunction

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March 1, 2015  'conjunction'  Jane Tims

March 1, 2015 ‘conjunction’ Jane Tims

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conjunction

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planets and moonlight whisper, scamper

into crevasses in the covered bridge

half-ton’s headlights enter

overwhelm the shadows

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chin velvet of Venus and Mars

sickle of mid-winter moon

truck lights startle a winter hare

erect on haunches, paw lifted

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frosted by sky-gaze, worshipping

the sliver of moon, dismayed

at desecration, round glare

of predator eyes

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fright to stop a heart

or flight to mobilize

hind-legs, straighten before

fore-legs turn

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and long ear shadows

quit the length of the bridge

ahead of whiskers, nose

and rabbit wisdom

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Copyright  2015  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

March 2, 2015 at 7:01 am

October moon

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moon escape

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above the woods

in sunset’s dying

the moon rose –

orange

and terrifying

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caught in the trees

with the night wind’s sighing

drowned in the lake mists –

mystifying

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captured in the yellow

of a barn owl’s eye

escaping on a wild bird’s

flight to the sky

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a pool of light

where the hounds are lying

ghosts on the line

where the shirts are drying

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a silhouette

for a coyote’s cry

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Sunpoke Lake, October 2011

Sunpoke Lake, October 2011

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Copyright  2014  Jane Tims

 

Written by jane tims

October 29, 2014 at 7:22 am

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eerie evening

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Fears

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I saw a light in the woods tonight

low, through the tangled branches of spruce

and the crowded stems of fir

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white in the dark –

a gleam where only night should stir

like the lamp of a stranger, lost

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but the glow was steady and still

and in less than the catch of a breath I knew

all I saw was the rising moon

beyond the hill

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I heard a cry in the woods tonight

soft and low through the tangle of spruce

and the thicket of fir

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a moan in the dark

a sob where only the wind should stir

like the frightened tears of a child

alone

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but the cries held no human word

and in less than the catch of a breath I knew

the wail of a wildcat on the prowl

was all I heard

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Copyright  Jane Tims  1990

Written by jane tims

October 31, 2012 at 7:29 am

drive at dusk

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Saturday evening we took a drive along Sunpoke Lake, a low part of the landscape where you can see, simultaneously, the marsh of Sunpoke Lake, the Lake itself, and the Oromocto River. 

Along the road were tracks of moose and bear, and the very smelly carcass of a bear.  In each of the tracks, there was a fair sprinkling of seeds, so we surmised the bear tracks were those of the dead bear.

notice the seeds in the tracks... the bear travelled by quite a while ago

The tracks gave us a hint at the drama that must have played out along the road, probably on a night earlier in the week. 

The moose tracks were also full of seeds.  I like to think of it, ambling along the road.  

 

At the turn of the road where it runs along the Oromocto River, we stopped to take some photos of the moon and its reflection.

And on the opposite side of the road, I caught the sunset at its peak, and the silhouette of a very spooky tree.

 

Fears

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I saw a light in the woods tonight

low, through tangled branches of spruce

and crowded stems of fir

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white in the dark

a gleam where only black should stir

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            like the lamp of a stranger

            lost

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but the glow was steady and still

and in less than the catch of a breath I knew

all I saw was the rising moon

beyond the hill

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I heard a cry in the woods tonight

soft and low through the tangle of spruce

and the thicket of fir

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a moan in the dark

a sob where only wind should stir

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            like frightened tears of a child

            alone

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but the cries held no human word

and in less than the catch of a breath I knew

the wail of a wildcat on the prowl

was all that I heard

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© Jane Tims 1992

 

Written by jane tims

October 10, 2011 at 6:37 am

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