Tail End of Vacation
Cabin Patch, Cascade Mountains
a spit of steep land
unpretentious, rough and true,
a deft dreamcatcher.
—dotty seiter
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~3.5 x 5.5″; watercolor and ink in travel art journal
abstract landscape
2025
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Notes about poem and art:
• “Cabin Patch” speaks of a visit with Scott and Alisa to the Cascades where they have a sweet little patch of land.
• Walking Barefoot came into being at our gate at SeaTac as we waited to board our flight back east after vacation in September. I availed myself of a high narrow countertop with plugs for charging electronics where I instead created an impromptu studio space and zoned out with watercolors and pen for a few delicious minutes.
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14 responses to “Tail End of Vacation”
Carol, thanks for your crediting me as “a master of saying so much with just a few words!” I am grateful any time it is the case that I do so. JUST this morning, and many times over the past few days, I have been wrangling with wanting to express myself but only being able to do so with poems that go on word after word after line after stanza after page. Howver, wrangling may not be the apt word; I think instead I am going through a period of exploration and curiosity and questioning, experimenting with long, short, and in between.
No courage needed at the busy airport—there was the high narrow table, there the empty high stool, there my travel art kit, there the deep pull to paint!
Thank you for your encouraging comments, Carol!
MaryAnn, thanks for your comments! Love that my poem and watercolor evoke thoughts of sweet little patches of land you’ve come across; who could ask for more than that something they’ve put out in the world touches someone else?
The colors in this watercolor were inspired by something I saw in SeaTac as we walked to our gates, backpacks on backs and rolling suitcases as walking companions. I suspect the splatters, dashes, and dots landed in “all the right places” because the combo of an uncertain time frame and slightly awkward location (makeshift airport art studio!) invited intuitive impromptu impulses rather than deliberate thinking (or much thinking at all!)
Sheila, once again I’m loving the way you reflect back what you see and notice. Thank you!
LOL at your dubbing me as ‘ye of little words and little art!’ In the past few days in my poetry explorations I’ve been swinging wildly between 17-syllable poems and poems of hundreds of syllables.
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Lovely to see this beautiful, simple sketch that transports me straight to the beauty of your wild country!
I accept as a poet and artist that once my pieces go out into the world, they are no longer mine but are open to ANY and ALL interpretations; what I hadn’t realized was that my little notes at the bottom of each post could be such cliff hangers hahaha!
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Happy you saw the sweetness in my haiku about S&A’s dreamcatcher spit of land : )
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