A tiny Maltese pup, dressed in his finest Christmas sweater, sits in front of the Christmas tree. As if he himself were one of the gaily wrapped packages arranged under the tree’s boughs, he is (momentarily) motionless, seemingly waiting for the magic of the morning to begin. But his eyes are fixed on something that we will never see … something we can’t understand. His sharp little doggie eyes and his sensitive nose and ears … they know. They understand the magic that is hovering … just out of reach of us ordinary human beings.
The glowing bright vision that we can’t see … though if we’re lucky we can feel its presence … is the magic of the Christmas Star … the magic of Christmas. Read more ›
I can’t believe it’s been another four months … FOUR MONTHS! … since I’ve noodled around in here. But nope, no apologies, no explanations other than those I’ve already made in previous posts. And no more promises to be here regularly. At this point I’m pretty well convinced that life will do its thing and, though I’ll try to swim against the current, I’m not going to beat myself up for going with the flow. Hey! For once I actually created a metaphor that wasn’t mixed!!!
So what’s new with me and my artsy-fartsy stuff? Lots, actually. In fact that’s one reason I haven’t been exercising my writing skills … I’ve been doing fun visual stuff instead. I’m going to include a couple of new pieces here which will sort of tie in to the time of year and season.
As always, a click into the images will take you over to my website where the pics will be visible at a better resolution and with a smaller watermark. And again, not to stir up any hornets’ nests, but yeah I do put watermarks on my online stuff. But be aware that if you are sufficiently wildly in love with anything and want to make a purchase, the watermarks won’t be on your wall art … or your tote bag or your coffee mug or anything else. Promise!!
What I’m going to add today are a couple of autumn landscapes. Though it’s now mid-November, which is still fall, the brilliant colors we love have mostly turned to taupe. Other than the occasional snow-storm, we can pretty much count on taupe and shades of gray and brown from now until spring. So let’s take a minute to glory in the magic some of us enjoyed within the past few weeks.
You know, I’m just going to come right out and say it. I’ve been a lazy bum about cleaning up my poor blog and updating it and keeping it going. Bad Lois. Look all you want, there’s not a good excuse to be found. There are still a couple of things I need to do to the overall appearance … things that bug me, but probably no one else even notices. And the sad thing is, I’ve even got the how-to’s of the fixes right in my e-mail’s in-box (cripes … unless I lost them!!!) So. Guess what? I’m not going to fix them tonight, either!!! Nor am I going to go back and replace the lost posts. At least, not any time soon. I will, however, still try to add in the images that disappeared on those older posts that remain.
I think the task of doing all of the above was just a wee bit daunting. Boy, I hate admitting it, but I think it’s true. And rather than knuckle down and tackle the whole big deal, I just put it off until I had “time.” Yeah right. Well … see how well that worked out. It’s now July and my last post was in March. Sigh.
But here I am again … and I’ve decided to just pick up where I left off, hoping that the momentum of getting back in here and writing and adding little stories about my images (because that is what this is all about!) will get me moving in a more productive direction again. And who knows, I may still get around to adding back in my lost posts!!
I am still creating images … doing my photography thing … then still having fun creating digitally painted images from the snaps. Here’s one I did in May of this year (2019).
As far as good intentions go, I guess I’m as good as or as guilty as the next person on their way down the primrose path. I mean … by this time, over a month after my “Under Construction” post, I’d fully expected to have added back the bulk of the old photos that disappeared, and to have re-created most if not all of the posts lost during The Hack.
But … sigh … I got distracted.
Instead of knuckling down (you youngsters ever hear that expression?), I’ve been playing. Artistically, I admit, but playing.
So … here are a couple of my latest plays. They’re springtime related … who doesn’t love and long for flowers in the last-gaspy days of winter and the teasing and capricious weather of early spring? All are non-photo based … meaning, freehand sketched and painted in Corel Painter with a Wacom tablet and the art pen using pastel brushes … and all but one were created during the past couple of weeks.
If you have a link to the previous site, you may or may not be greeted by an Asian page. My old blog has been completely eliminated, but the Asian page may still show up for some of us. Or there may even be a link-over to here. I guess it depends on a lot of different factors … all of which are beyond my feeble understandings of this stuff!!
The beginning of March in the Mid-Atlantic area of the US is the time most of us begin to head outdoors and inspect our landscape friends, to see who made it through the harsh winter, who needs some tlc and who went off to see the wizard.
On our drive to an event in New Hampshire a few years ago, we made several tourist-y stops. One of our favorites was the visit to the Cape Neddick Nubble Lighthouse in York, Maine.
A glorious warm day in early September, still summery but lacking the bite of the heat, the sight of the lighthouse was picture perfect. We were impressed by the kindness of the people there, as well … one of the groundskeepers even positioned me in just the right spot to capture the best angle and composition.
Well, your fantasy has come true, and there you stand right smack dab in the middle of the Greek Island you’ve wanted to visit since you were a kid. Corfu. Read a book about it when you were little, and that sealed it. Never in your life did you ever expect to find yourself there, but dang … you did it. The excitement you feel everywhere your eyes fall is like a scream you’re holding onto inside … after all, mustn’t frighten the other tourists.
A wintery scene, an old stone barn surrounded by snow-laden fields all lit with the magic of a full moon … a scene from my imagination … and from my life.
I can remember sitting in the backseat of the car as my parents drove home from Sundays spent at my grandmother’s farm … the snow with an amazing icy crust on top and the moon gleaming and glancing over it as the car sped along. To my little-kid self, the moon and its glistening light were following me … playing a quiet, private game with me … all the way home. I also remember a night many years later, again the passenger in a car. This one driven by my former husband … the moon following me, comforting me … as I contemplated the coming end of my marriage.