Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts

Monday, February 13, 2012

New Pics

These are the most recent pics, and some awaiting editing to make them come to life.  You will see some more photo techniques as I learn how to do interesting things.  I have found an unusable pic can be toyed with, resulting in beautiful pics.  See if you don't agree.
My friend, Royce, is going to send me the link to her blog.  She does really cool and itneresting stuff.  If you want to visit another art studio, check it out.  Watch for it soon, if you are interested.  I will let you know when it is in the links list.

Any way, here are the pics.
If you walked around my studio this day, you would have seen...


...lemons and eggs...



...fiber on boxes....





...baskets...

...paint brushes.  Lots of paint brushes.



Art is being created.


Not always by me.







Vignettes exist everywhere my eyes turn.




Chocolate?

Satin?

Fire?

Fire











The inside of the fire box.




Windchimes and...




...designs in the making....





...my favorite color...




...flowers from a desk in 1994...



...and ivy from 1995-ish....

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Lots of Pictures

There has been a lot of places I have found myself since last I had time to post.  This does not account for all my time, but it will give you an idea of some of the things I have seen.  Looking and seeing are very different.  Hopefully these pictures will show you what I see, and just maybe, what others see too.  Does that now include you?  I hope so.  That is the point.




Deland  FL





















Sunday, January 30, 2011

Quotes and Virtual Hugs

Over the last Christmas season, my grandaughter was participating in the Ballet Austin's Nutcracker.  It is customary to give a performer at least one flower at the end of their performance.  Living several states away meant I could not do this.  As her mother headed up to see the ballet, I asked her to tell Jacy, in some special way, I was sending her a bouquet. 

When the time came, her mom hugged her, and said the virtual (Texas) yellow roses, were from her nana and Grandpa Mike.  Without missing a beat, she said, "Oh, I wondered who those were from.  They were my favorite."

Maybe someone you know needs a virtual bouquet, or a virtual hug.  "Every passing minute is another chance to turn around."