Since my Mom passed away last September, I took to coloring to ease my sadness. I’ve found it to be very enjoyable and cathartic. As I sit there coloring, like I did in my youth, I think of Mom. As I mentioned in a previous post, she was the one who bought me my first box of 64 crayons, which I treasured. Sometimes she would take time to color with me. I cherish those memories.
Now I color using different media. Some are watercolor pencils, some are soft pigments, some are metallic and some are gel pens. I’m coloring a 2016 calendar now and have actually colored all the way through August. It’s actually quite addictive, but hey, I’ll take this addiction any day and I highly recommend it.
This image is of January. I call it the Koi Pond.
Be good to yourself and each other. Namaste’
Well, well, well … it’s nice to be back into the blogosphere! Seems like I’ve been gone a long time. As for the change of plans, I’ve decided to forego the weekly photo challenge for this year. Too much going on to commit to that.
Instead I’m going to post some of my all-time fav’s that you may or may not have ever seen.
And so … without further adieu … these two images are of a life-size sculpture here in Sisters. I decided to feature one of these at my gallery site. Namaste’
Regina (Reggie) Arnold is a “flunked retirement” entrepreneur, co-author of The Art & Science of Recruiting, an award-winning photographic artist, and photo blogger.
The other day hubby and I decided to have some Chinese food and, since I don’t cook it :-), we thought we’d better go out. The food is really good there … the best pot stickers around!
While waiting for our meals, I noticed the wall hangings and decided to capture some images.
This is the main wall hanging, depicting a fisherman and his young protege’
This is a side view close-up of the fisherman’s face.
I bought this horse hair angel several years ago in Tombstone, AZ. My friends and I were doing the tourist thing and we spotted this beautiful piece. The horse hair is from the mane and tail of horses that are being groomed. The hair falls out naturally and is collected to be fired into the mold with the plaster, clay or whatever material is used for the piece. This was taken with my Nikon Coolpix P510. Click to enlarge.
I love this angel. Namaste’
While taking some photos of my WS and his twin sister today I found this bush of Red Bird of Paradise blooms, so I decided to take a little creative license.
Hope your weekend was out of this world. “Beam me up, Scotty.” Ha! Namaste’
I think our heat wave has subsided – at least for a while. Yesterday we were under 100 and right now it’s raining in the desert again. I just love it! Hubby pulled the car out of the garage to get the “mother nature” car wash.
But this morning before it all started I spotted this view from the back yard. Storm clouds brewing. The light was rather strange though … not our typical morning light, even with clouds. If you look closely at the top of the cloud, you can make out a clown face. Clowns scare me!!! Namaste’
“As soon as you see things in a new way, with a perspective of gratitude and an opportunity for growth, you will be rewarded immensely” ~ http://www.intenders.org
Doing this 366 project has allowed me to see things in a new way. I seem to always be looking at things and saying to myself, “I wonder what kind of shot I can get of that?” Sometimes there just isn’t anything that comes to me, but more often than not, an idea pops into my head about what to do. I’m grateful for that, for the creative process and the opportunity for growth that this project has brought to me. I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything! And I am rewarded immensely by your support and encouragement. I guess I can’t say that enough … so thanks again!
Bouncing the light is nature’s way of giving us unique, no two alike, images. That’s what happened when I caught the sun reflecting on our zebra painting through a paned mirror on the other side of the room. I really like how the light was playing and bringing in the reds of the setting sun’s rays. Namaste’