Monday, May 31, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
After I was done with this drawing I noticed I did something really funny--can you spot it???
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Wednesday, May 26, 2010
I felt astonished when I glanced up to see the kindly face of this gentle giant. My husband, brilliant man that he is, came up with the name Cape Ape.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
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Thursday, May 20, 2010
There are books full of tales of enchantment. Many are stories which include an angry immortal casting a spell upon a handsome prince--a spell which can only be broken by the kiss of true love.
True love or not--this fellow is one Lucky Buck!
Monday, May 17, 2010
We had a wonderful time away. Part of the charm and magic of our trip was that I spent time each day doodling another Pen and Ink. I've been itching to draw this one ever since I saw Abe Lincoln's inspiring Raccoon picture below.
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Abe, thank you so much for your wonderfully inspiring photography, stories and comments.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
I was thinking of the faces of all the people I know. Each person has a special identity--their own face through which they see the world. As we live our lives, our faces change with time. As time passes, our faces reflect the lives we live.
God longs to shine His face of beauty and glory into the lives of those who love Him. As our hearts glow with inner radiance, the ravages of life, or age seem to soften and slough away, leaving the only His beauteous peace beaming from our faces.
So, my special gift to you on this lovely Spring morning is this verse: The Lord bless you, and keep you, the Lord make His face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord lift up His countenance on you, and give you peace. [The Bible, Numbers 6:24-29]
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Two years ago, when snow actually fell here, I was delighted to capture some of the wonderful creatures hidden in that white sparkling world--including this wolf peeking from the branches of the fir tree which graces the corner of our front yard.
I dedicated this cloud painting to Bandit. Bandit was a wolf-mix dog, who chose my mother as his very own. But he had to find a new home. I know my darling Mumsie still grieves over not having her friend close by. When they leave our lives, we never forget them.
When Mom saw the wolf cloud painting, she recognized her beloved friend Bandit, looking toward heaven.
Above you see Bandit as I first captured him howling up to the snowclouds.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
I have been collecting fairy tale books for years--a whole shelf full of them. In particular, I've loved stories of mermaids, mermen and their families. I even found a book called The Mermaid Reader, which details the lives, stories and legends of the merpeople.
This morning, in honor of Mother's Day I am re-posting one of my favorite drawings.
Here you see a tiny mermaid learning how to swim, instructed by her lovely green and blue-tressed mother. The fish is a helpful friend--bubbling encouragement to the little one as she learns to flip her fins.
Happy Mother's Day!
Saturday, May 8, 2010
I ran back into the house, grabbed my camera and shot over 15 photos from various angles. Later that day, I perused my "catch."
Imagine my astonishment when I discovered a REAL eagle in one of the frames. What are the chances an eagle would fly next to a cloud shaped like an eagle, just as I was snapping this photo? It is miraculous.
I am reminded of the hope described in Isaiah 41:29-31 (NASB). He gives strength to the weary, and to him who lacks might He increases power. Though youths grow weary and tired, and vigorous young men stumble badly, yet those who wait for the Lord will gain new strength; they will mount up with wings like eagles, they will run and not get tired, they will walk and not become weary.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
I would love to run with the Lion too.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Uncle Jody always seemed to understand the heart of his small niece.
He would stoop down--somehow folding his long, lanky body into a comfortable crouch, easily balancing back upon the heel of his pointed cowboy boots--to look directly into my face.
His clear blue eyes would beam and his craggy face would light up, as he would listen to that small girl I once was. I can still hear his easy laughter. How I loved my Uncle Jody. I knew I was special in his eyes.
He wrote beautiful poetry and loved the work of Robert W. Service, who wrote Dangerous Dan McGrew and The Cremation of Sam McGee. I can still hear his voice, a delightful cross between soft snow and rough gravel as he would read those wonderful poetic stories.
I remember Thanksgivings where Dad and Uncle Jody, along with Mom, all my cousins, brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles would fill an entire house with shouts of laughter, loud debate, good food and fun. I would go upstairs, lay my ear against the floor and listen to the rumble. One of my favorite memories was when Dad and Uncle Joe ate an entire bottle of pickles so hot their eyes were streaming with tears. One could almost see the smoke rolling from their ears.
I miss him. I remember what Uncle Jody whispered, after hearing my daughters and I sing Amazing Grace in three-part harmony. "I'm not so far away from God as they think," he confided with a mischievous twinkle in those clear blue eyes awash with bright tears.
I am confident I will see our beloved Cowboy Poet again--his worn Stetson hat slung low over his face, his blue eyes sparkling, his beautiful crinkled features creased into a big happy smile.
All Uncle Jody's brothers, sisters, nieces and nephews loved him with a great love--he made each of us feel special. And we were.