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.
Sorry I’ve been a bit quiet. You all know how life gets … but we’re a very lucky family … all is well! YAY!!
We’ve finally been enjoying some warmer weather in our area, and it’s gotten me to thinking about being outside … taking walks, picnics, bike riding. Even curling up in a comfy chair with a good book and a nice tall iced tea.
Imagine taking an early morning stroll along Washington DC’s Tidal Basin during the magnificent Cherry Blossom Festival. If you get there early enough, you’ll miss the mass of tourists and you’ll see the icy gray sky clear to a gentle powder blue. You’ll be the first to see the beginnings of morning light, when even the pinks in the petals take on the glow of the warming sun.
I am convinced that things go on in this world of ours that we know nothing about. I’ve never seen anything out of the ordinary, at least not since growing out of little kid-hood, but that doesn’t matter. (If you can read between the lines, you’re welcome to let your imagination wander ).
A few years ago my family and I had the great pleasure of attending a wonderful small-town Fourth Of July festival in the charming town of Queen Anne, Maryland. There was a fabulous parade complete with Parade Queens, the local Fire Department trucks giving rides and everything you could wish for.
After the parade everyone gathered in a large area for an old-fashioned bazaar. There were home-made cakes and pies being raffled off, penny-toss games and a band playing on a small stage.
I felt like I’d been magically transported back several decades.
Off to the side I spotted this beautiful motorcycle. Police presence was not noticeable, but obviously someone was watching over the happy crowd of families and merry-makers. I snapped this shot of the policeman’s bike and have held onto it all this time.