Sketch Book Diary of Day in and Day Out

Seeing things that are not there. Playing in my imagination. Dreaming up images of creatures in some other world. Coaxing out the essence in my soul. Making it all up out of my inside sky my dreams and visions in a phantasmagoric place, all so unreal. And then the tiny creatures come to visit at my terrace door. Prancing and dancing round the rim of the feeding bowl. Sitting on a rock just trying to get my attention. Begging to be fed. Looking always looking for me seeking out my eyes. Eye to eye with these little wild things. Keeping me grounded on the face of this earth. 
skk 1/14/01

Well I finally found out who or which Spike and Buzz just really are. Oh, not that they have been by to visit me here lately, Oh, no. Off they go. Frolicking in the melting snow. Buzz wants to pay her court and spike only wants to eat pretzels. Or, should I say, that was just a few days ago. Today the sun is really shining brightly and the snow is melting and not one single squirrel has came by to visit me. I am the last thing on their minds... Valentines Day is just in the air. Hearts are all a throb and love is in the eyes of my precious little wild ones.... 2/7/01 skk

It was pretty late in the morning when Buzz came by for his pretzel. He is getting bigger now. Hunky-er...chunky-er... and faster ever faster, too. The blustery winds could not slow him down at all. As always, after his morning visit he would gather together with his fellow dwellers, in the courtyard at the roots of the Magical Tree. No taller or smaller than the other trees in the small sylvan of oak, this tree stands alone and holds a kind of a glow. 
8/19/01 skk

I use my sketch book as a record of Time. Looking back through them it is easy to note that the sun and the moon and the great river of stars and the night and the light, occupies much of my attention. As the sun first bursts up over the eastern skies I know that off of my right shoulder is the south. Sunsets thrilling through spectacular colors on the clouds, golden glimmers on the Lagoon. Luminescent beings and phosphorescent bubbles moving through the black waters in the shadow of the night falling over us as the moon rises up over our back, a pretty groovy planet, I think. 

Artists and poets need the light to see and keep records of the glorious world we live in, and as I sketch and notice and observe which birds are out this early in the day. White doves in formation fly through the lavender pink dawn. Swarms of red flycatchers chatter in the bushes and the trees while the golden tail hawk shadow falls over the small field mouse, . . . . and they are one. Nature's tricks are always Awesome. Suddenly it is spring and after all the long dark dreary cold nights and days of winter while the earth needs to rest, the light tender green early sprouts become so warmly welcomed and we are born again. Some Times are more spectacular than Others. When the planets line up in a row and block the light from reaching us, forming fantastic shadows in the light. I love those times. Wondrous show. And have you ever experienced the eerie chill when the earth passes through in front of the sun, the eclipse. A cold void. Unearthly without the sun. Another Other Day. It is about time. Let the Magic Begin