I’m not a hoarder, I’m really not … but I do admit that once I love a book, it’s pretty hard to let it go. In fact, I don’t. If I didn’t hate it (yes, there have been a few), chances are I’ve still got it around here someplace. That is, with the sad exception of a few super favorites that I’ve lent (as in … expected to get back!!!) to people I trusted and loved … who never gave my book back.
Main reason is, not that I’m all that selfish and stingy, but I do love to re read my favorites. “Ben Hur,” pictured here in the center of this stack of dear old tomes, is one such. I read it for the first time when I was a teenager. Some of it probably sailed right over my head, but that was fine. I got the gist. I read whatever was in the house and if a word didn’t make sense, by the time I got through the paragraph, it usually did. I read “Ben Hur” again a few (10? 20?) years ago and I’m thinking it might be due for another go-through. The cool thing is, every time I re read a book, I discover something new.
I found several fun quotes about books and reading while I was researching a title for this image, and thought I’d share some here.
I visited Antietam National Battlefield in October of 2016 .. I’ve been here before. Years ago I was a parent chaperone for one of my son’s high school field trips. That was my first visit, or so the rational side of me said. Something else in my heart said differently. I remember the ghostly sensations I felt as the kids recited and re-enacted scenes from that long-ago bloody day.
Though she’s long-deserted and becoming quite dilapidated, she fascinated me. Even if the sign on her door’s message is an inhospitable “Keep Out,” I guess I’m haunted by the romance of the what-once-was. As far as I know, she’s been vacant for all the years we lived in the area, and in all that time Mother Nature has been quietly and gently taking the little cottage back.
An adorable calico kitty sits on the edge of the porch on a gentle spring afternoon. I can’t help wondering what has captured her attention. The lawn and garden are dancing with butterflies and moths, enjoying the warmth of the day. It’s my guess Kitty is just about to pounce out into the lush green and try to play with her elusive winged friends.
Lordie how I do love kittens!!! Love my dog(s) to bitz and back, of course, but ahhh … kitteeeee-ahhzzzz … well, maybe one of these days. This particular darling was discovered at one of my favorite haunts, the Juniata Crossing Mercantile, between Bedford and Everett, Pennsylvania along Route 30 … and of course, the beautiful Juniata River.
The morning dawns bright and crisply cold after an overnight snowfall. It brings the golden sunshine and a sharp, strong wind which blows the light snow across the fields and uncovers the stalks of the previous season’s now harvested corn. Your eyes are stinging from the cold and you reach into your pockets, hoping for a tissue. In the distance can be seen alternating snowy fields and rows of trees and the hint of the lovely Laurel Highlands on the horizon.
While I spent the weekend on another of my annual hunts for red October (and orange and yellow and purple … the leaf peeping season) … and hope to give it another go this week and coming weekend, I added to my portfolio today (October 17th 2016) an image of glorious springtime daffodils from my garden at our old house in Maryland.
Well, here we are in mid September and my last blog post was all the way back in the beginning of July. No excuse is good enough … though I did catch a whopper of a cold right around the 4th of July which morphed into something dastardly and evil. And not only evil, but tenacious. It’s only been since last week that I’ve finally begun to feel normal again. And no, I didn’t go to the doctor …
No, for right now I’m not talking about colors … remember that craze a few years back where we were all sectioned off into the four seasons according to whatever colors we looked best in? I never could figure that one out . I’m talking about the seasons. I love autumn best … those rare few days when the light on the dazzling trees is so rich and buttery you could cut it with a knife. Then comes early, early spring … when just the first few brave blossoms dare to peek their little heads out of the cold ground and the bare trees’ shadows sketch outlines against the emerald grass. Both those are wonderful. Winter’s good too … ahhh … the excitement of a snow storm and the bliss of a Bailey’s or Kahlua laced cocoa and a roaring fire. Yeah. Good times.
But summer? Well, thank heavens for air conditioning. And screens in the windows. And ice cream!!! But oh the bugs. And the heat, and the humidity, and the bugs. Did I already say bugs? Not a fan of bugs. BUT. There are compensations. Da beach … dooo love the beach.
A gorgeous June afternoon and here I sit in my office!! What’s wrong with this picture?? Well, for right now, I thought I’d have some fun catching up the blog. I tend to write late at night, but recently I’ve been having too much fun experimenting with digital painting of some of my images, and have left my poor blog all alone. Baaaad Lois. So here are a few of my most recent that I thought I’d pack together in one posting. I do hope you’re not tired of flower images … ??
The first is “Colorful Orange Zinnias” … they were growing in my garden a few years ago, and I loved how they caught the morning sun just right. A fun impressionistic-y interpretation of the joy of nature reaching up to the light.
I’ve been enjoying walking around an unfamiliar garden these soft spring evenings and it’s just the time and place to discover a little magic. Just beside a wonderfully weather-beaten old doorway I found an unexpected pop of color. A perfect red and yellow parrot tulip displaying his silent beauty all by himself for his few brief hours of glory. I’m glad I was there to see him. In this image, I worked the lovely petals in a more realistic style. I really loved the fine detail and rich color combination and wanted to bring that out. Against the rest of the image, which is much looser in style, I think the flower’s head detailing makes a nice contrast.
With the eyes of the world upon us, which I’m pretty sure are filled with astonishment if nothing else, we here in the United States are slogging through another pre-election campaign adventure. I’m shying away from sharing my own political views … that’s not what this platform is for. In fact, if anything, I’d like my little blog to be more of an uplifting and joyful escape from the world around us than anything else. Though sometimes my own thoughts and observations do leak in here and there, (how can they not?), I certainly don’t see myself as a political savant. Just an old gal with a mind of her own who refuses to drink anybody else’s Kool-Aid. And if you don’t understand that reference, if you don’t remember, I don’t know whether to bless you or stick an old newspaper under your nose.