Sunday, July 22, 2018

Roadside Sunflowers

Friday, I saw this year's first roadside sunflowers in bloom.  My sister felt that these were the first herald for back to school.

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Another Plein Air Watercolor

Last night I sat outside, trying to capture the gray cliffs above my home.  I think that I went too dark, but by the time I was finished it was getting dark.

May be I should just crop it?

Monday, June 18, 2018

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Summer Rain

An evening summer rain. Large, quick drops, splash through leaves and drum on the roof. The scent of heat and earth.  A rain dance.  As a child I loved to dance in a warm summer rain, as I got older I shared this joy with my niece.
The growl of thunder.

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Mini Fiber Art Designs

 After obtaining inspiration from an article in the magazine "Daphe's Diary"; I created the following small woven fiber designs.  My friend Kathy had given me these small canvases last summer.  The are an inch and a half square.  I designed the sunflower first, then the poppy.  As the poppy need something more, I added a sink art lady bug.

Sunday, May 6, 2018

Memories from a Creative Writing Class

While cleaning, I came across a tattered pink pocket folder filled with assignments written by my teenage self.  The assigments are from a high school Creative Writing class with Mrs. Phyllis Gillin (a tough but fair instructor).
The assignment is a story, "Jenny's Whistle".  The story of a young four year old spending the day with her grandfather in her grandmother's garden.  The grandfather whittles the young child a willow whistle.  I recall my teenage self asking my grandfather to take me through the steps for making a willow whistle.
My story reminds me of the taste of the whistle.   " The wood felt smooth in her hand....   Grandpa tapped the willow whistle surface with the handle of his pocket knife... Grandpa  slipped the bark handing the round inch long bark to the child/ teenager.   ...the underlieing wood was a blondish green.  Grandpa cut a V-shaped chip.   Then took the bark ring back from the child/ teenager and slipped it back on over the wood whistle.   She put the smooth whistle in her mouth, it had a spicy, green taste that matched its spicy green scent."
In the margin Mrs. Gillins has written the note "great".  My adult self is pleased with this notation as I am sure my teenage self was.
At the end,  Mrs.  Gillins writes "This is the best writing you've done. Your grandparents are a rich source for your essay, too."  I don't recall if I used my grandparent as a source for my essay, but they were a strong influence on my childhood.  They were my and my bother' s and sister's caregivers while we were growing up.
In the story the child " kisses his clean shaven face, that smelled of his signature aftershave."   My teenage self describes "Grandpa was sitting on the front steps dressed in his gray work clothes.  His funny, old gray hat covers his shiny white hair, and his worn wooden cane lays close by his right hand.  In all her four years of life, Jenny had never seen him walk without it."
Later "Grandpa slowly gets off the steps and offers his hand to Jenny.  She puts her hand into his large gnarled one, which completely covers her small one.  She slows her pace to his."
My present self through these written descriptions is reminded of his love, making a me a little sad, but joyful that I was loved by him.

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Watercolor Leaf Buds

The leaf buds are getting ready to burst open.  Inspiration for a small watercolor painting. 

Saturday, February 10, 2018

Puddle of Winter Sunlight

I walked into my bedroom to see a puddle of winter sunlight, and I jumped in.  My bedside table held a book which I opened to read.  I snuggled under a sun warmed blanket.  All that was missing was my warm ball of fluff, Mollie.  She as is her usual way was out patrolling the yard, barking at a fisherman.

Sunday, February 4, 2018

Watercolor Snowdrops

Here it is February, and we are having temperatures in the 50s.  Very odd for this time of year.  The snowdrops are up and blooming.  So yes, I painted a few and worked on interesting backgrounds.
Later, I turned these miniature painting ino embellishments for the front of cards.
I thought they would be fun for the month of letters project, I  thought I would participate in this month.

Sunday, December 31, 2017

Celebrating the end of 2017

The local ski resort held a torchlight ski run and firework display to celebrate the end of 2017.  My mother, Mollie and I travelled to Nordic Valley, found a good spot to park, and wrapped up in blankets to stay warm in the car.  We first saw the torchlight skiers.  As they skied down the slope the fireworks started.  It was about a twenty minute display.  I took a few photos with my phone, then realized that I was actually missing most of the fireworks beauty by trying capture them in photos.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

My Father's Pharmacy circa 1956

A photo of my father's pharmacy dated 1956 showed up on the Facebook Page "Remembering Ogden".  This photo dates from before I was born.  I spent much of my childhood at the pharmacy.  I sold candy while standing on a chair behind the candy counter.

Combe's was a drive-in owned by my aunt and uncle.  They would let me have a pink (strawberry) ice cream cone.  When the water pistols where delivered to the pharmacy.  We would run next door with our water pistols to try to get uncle Luther wet.  He usually won as he would use the dish washing hose.