By Bill Jones
This morning, as so often happens, I spent a considerable amount of time looking for my glasses. My wife gave me a “junk” gift, I think for father’s day, of a “Here are my glasses” ceramic holder for my desk. On the days I remember to use it, it works fine, but those other days, Jesus H. Christ.
I looked on the kitchen table, I really did. After 20 minutes of searching frustration my last option was to accuse my wife of misplacing my glasses. Clearly the problem couldn’t be me. Now the gods of accusation do not allow the use of this option lightly or freely. It only works if you are sincere in accusing someone of taking your stuff. The more adamant and strident you are in the accusation, the better it works at finding things. I no sooner finished my accusorial triade, than I looked down on the kitchen table again and there they were. This is where the gods exact their toll; I have to slink home tonight and munch some bigtime crow. Still, it is near Halloween, crow and pumpkin go together, don’t they?
This is a small study of autumn leaves on a pond just outside of Victor, Idaho. In case this is not drawn/painted any better than my cows, the yellow things are the leaves. There were trout visible swimming in the shallow water and I initially tried to include one in the painting. The damn thing would not hold still and as you might have figured out from my glasses episode, my memory isn’t very good. Thus I could not paint the fish after it swam from view. What I ended up with looked like a floating stick so I painted it out.