Thursday, October 1, 2009

It's a scrub oak thing

Why is it that taking two and a half days off results in 5 days worth of catching up? I used to be pretty good at math, but this particular formula has me baffled.

I'm hoping to get back to the oak leaf lino tomorrow, but in the meantime, a drawing with watercolor from our Sunday journey home. Autumn is on the verge of escape, and I'm feeling a tad frantic about not being able to make the most of it. Stacks of dry leaves are piling up everywhere, inside the house and out.

Speaking of outside the house, the "Ditch" and "High Tide Detritus" linocuts were juried in to the Artists Registry Show at the Paquette Gallery this week. Show went up today, reception is October 10 from 5-7. Hmmm. I wonder if they have a musician scheduled for that yet?


  1. lovely colours on the leaf, very fall like.

    congrats on getting juried into the show :)

  2. Hi Sherrie,

    Your oak leaves - how beautiful! The closest thing we have to oaks here in AZ is a tree called a "Scrub Oak". Susan probably knows a lot about these little trees - they more closely resemble a gangly bush than a real oak tree. Wannabe oaks I guess :-D

    BTW - I followed your link to Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer's page and read some of her poetry. Now I have to get some of her books and read more. Beautiful! Thank you.


  3. Thanks, Jennifer! :-)

    Lindy, these actually are scrub oak leaves, which I love! Salida's a tiny bit too high for them, although there are some scattered pockets. If we didn't live here, I'd want to live in scrub habitat. (Home of the Colorado Hairstreak Butterfly, our state bug!)

    Rosemerry's stuff is pretty amazing, huh? It was pretty delightful spending some time with her.

  4. Hi Sherrie,

    Oh my! Shows what little I know about oaks and to think that I grew up in MI under the shade of two giant (both over 100" tall) oaks. These were cut down when the state decided they had to run a sewer system through our rural part of the township. We have tons of scrub oak in AZ but they only grow at a higher elevation than where I am in this desert. We see them on our way to Prescott and/or Flagstaff.

    I'm afraid I have looked at scrub oaks for as long as I have lived out west (most of my adult life) and have always thought of them more as oak wannabes. After these posts and your beautiful renderings I will be able to look at scrub oaks from a new and much more pleasant perspective. For this I thank you.

    Weather has finally cooled here - highs are now below 100 :-D


  5. PS - Good grief! Where is my brain? You even said - right there in your heading - ". . . scrub oak . . ."

    Lindy with egg on my face :)

  6. :-D What's that phrase about the things we're looking for being right under our noses? And I think the occasional egg facial is good for the skin. At least that's my story.

  7. I use that phrase in class all the time. Even my 10 year olds don't see things "right under their noses". At least I can't blame this problem on "aging".

    Egg facials are definitely slimy but the dogs love to lick the egg off :-D

    Onward and Upward -