Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Saturday, April 7, 2018


Fox curled
pointed nose on warm red fur
scent of the sun and the earth
a dry den dug into the hillside
But spring is here.
Wake up, foxes!
Run and jump upon my memory.

Wake me up, foxes.

And under a painted sky
blinking first stars
I will find all that I lost
in a wet meadow somewhere north
under the sky of purity.
The taste of the Real
still on my tongue.


~Becky Robbins

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Spring Ice on Halls Pond

Spring Ice on Halls Pond
9"x12" oil on linen

I'm mesmerized by the changes the ice goes through as it melts away. Slow process this year!

Farm on Paris Hill

Farm on Paris Hill
6"x12" oil on linen

I've had the privilege of living on Paris Hill in western Maine for the past two and a half years. Beautiful homes and views, but especially beautiful people. Wonderful neighborhood!