I've always thought cats might have wings. Perhaps their wings sprout when people aren't looking? Maybe they're invisible to the human eye? What do you think? .
This little angel kitty is too young to know a cat simply doesn't show one's wings to a human being.
Walking the campus of Corban College in Salem, Ore., I happened upon this lovely maiden gazing over the steep pathway below. I am sure she wishes she could join the crowds of students passing by--instead, she is fated to watch from her perch on the hill. One can see a small smile upon her face. Perhaps her wistful joy comes from the laughter of the young people she observes.
I am certain she is a small flowering cherry tree. As spring approaches and new leaves unfurl, I shall be back to record her spring colors. I would love to see her with a crown of cherry blossoms.
Be sure to click on the pic for the larger version--I think that is how she is best discovered.
Here you see a small faery, caught in a moment of repose. She perches atop the shoulders of her giant cloud friend. How lovely to ride across the skies with one she trusts and loves so much. I wonder what she is thinking. Though secure in the strength of her large companion, she still seems pensive and thoughtful.
How wonderful! Thank you Cheryl, for bestowing such a lovely award. I am truly honored. You made my day!!!
During our last big snowstorm I found this little faery dancer in the delicate twirls of a curly willow tree. I love snow, especially the way it transforms our sometimes drab world into a beautiful, magical place. .
Once in a blue moon there is a snow storm in late February. But it doesn't look like we're going to see more snow this year! Spring is kissing away winter's cold, and soon the flowers will bloom.
The littlest angel has been very naughty. He knocked over the golden candlesticks, lost his halo, and pulled out an eagle's tail feathers in passing. He even tripped the mighty angel Gabriel, who fell end over tea kettle, to land head first in the great river flowing from the golden throne. So now the small, wayward one has been sent to bed early.
Can you find him?
When people study this "Cloud Painting," they often see many different things. One young boy saw a bearded man, other folks have pointed out various children's faces, and one lady saw, of all things, a mouse! What do you see? Can you find him? I'm sure he must have a sprinkling of freckles across his nose. There is something about that pouty little-boy face, which would tug at any Mom's heartstrings.
This is a REAL departure from the norm for me. I rarely draw frightful things.
The story behind this, er, swamp monster, starts with the awesome talent of my sister, Clytie. She has a wonderful blogsite, by the way--you can check her imaginative writing and photography at http://clytie-randomstuff.blogspot.com/
Last week she sent the most amazing picture of a tree in the form of a man's face. The tree is located in the forests of my childhood. It is such an incredible photo, I gasped when I first saw it.
However, what you see here is the lower lip and chin of the tree, along with what I am sure must be the "Swamp Thing" of my childhood nightmares.
Judge what you see here for yourself...I'm convinced! (I think it's coming to get me!)
My mother, Author Eva Gibson, says,"Everybody loves a story." These are the untold stories hidden behind each piece of my artwork. Some are whimsical or sad, others funny. There are stories rooted in science fiction and fairytales--some classical, others born from my imagination. Many pieces reflect my love for the Creator. Often, hidden behind my art, are stories from real life experiences. Indeed, over the years I've discovered the old saying is true. "Truth IS often stranger than fiction."
A midget who told me, when I was depressed about people making fun of me because we had no money and no new clothes and I was wearing everything second handed. He told me, "You are the only one in the world, make the most of it." -- Abe Lincoln
My Camera and Me
I carry my camera everywhere I go. Here you see one of my Cloud Paintings. I find unusual shapes, faces, animals in just about everything, especially clouds. Often I am able to enhance or "paint" my photos so others can see what my imagination has revealed.
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I have not a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me Lord." -- Darlene Pringle, Artist
"Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass....it's about learning how to dance in the rain."
Life should be measured not by the number of years, but the love shared, the memories made, the joy given, the blessings received.
Old Woman Trees
The pine needles click…Click… Knitting stray wisps of wind
Into scarves of song.
~ Dorothy Marie Davis
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