3 x 5″ watercolor and ink on paper
Life provides the course
For this race we’ve named Rat
Rushing to get here
Or there
To finish
This
Or that
In order to start all over again
Day 284: 8.5 x 11″ ink on paper
Typically, I like winter. I really like it. I love getting out in the snow for a good ski and the crispness in the air clears my head.
Since moving to Ft. Collins, CO though, I have found that there is not much winter to be had. There is no snow to ski on and temperatures tend to hover around 30 or 40 degrees. This is precisely the reason why I think I am hankering for spring. I look forward to jogs on trails and hikes to falls, long sunny days, and branches beginning to bloom.
11 x 14″ pinholes poked in paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
The rope wrapped around the oval shaped sphere. Numerous times it outlined its smooth edges. But it was difficult to say whether it was there as a help or a hindrance. Would the egg crack as it resisted being pulled to a faraway destination; or would it be carefully dropped into a bed of sticks and leaves until a force within cracked its warm white shell?
Acrylic and ink on May, 1955 Field and Stream magazine
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
This was his sixteenth house. Rather, it was the sixteenth house he had looked at in what he felt had been an all too short weekend.
He didn’t know what exactly he wanted. But he was certain of what he didn’t want.
A two bedroom colonial was not his style. Nor was a split level.
Sigh. Bird house hunting is hard, he thought.
3 x 5″ ink and watercolor on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
She saw the momentum grow
Precariously
Thin rods and rolling spheres
Barely balanced
The excitement that was to come
Day 270: Trails 3 x 5″ ink and watercolor on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
Yesterday brought beautiful weather to Fort Collins. I’d go so far to say it was downright spring-like, so the boyfriend and I decided to get out and enjoy some trail jogging. The very tiny hills that we ran wore me out a bit more than I’d like to admit – especially considering the, also, very short distance we ran, but it was fabulous!
The rest of the day was not too shabby either. We checked out a new brewery, enjoyed lunch with a friend and biked our way to a basketball game.
The game was jam-packed and one overly enthusiastic fan got thrown out. I guess the guy was being obnoxious and confrontational – apparently ready to fight. It’s funny to me that fans can get so wrapped up in a game, of which they have absolutely no control over, and that really has no bearing on their life, to the point that they are ready to fight. We are strange creatures, we humans.
Day 270: Confrontation While Bystanders Observe Curiously 3 x 5″ ink and watercolor on paper
Winter turns to spring
A cat rolls
In the remnants
Of winter’s dry grass
Bugs make their debut appearance
11 x 14″ paper with pinholes
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
She plays
Her puppets with child’s delight and master’s technique
Strings do not tangle
As they dance wildly
To the beat of her flapping wings
This piece is available for purchase
Micah Richardson 