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a chop suey day

flowers 4.22.17

A beautiful sunny day after all.  A late start to the day, but once on the road, it was lovely.  The further from the busy pace of the city we got, the calmer I felt. With nothing really planned, it was nice to wander towards where we wanted to visit, but with no real need to be there, we could enjoy the ride.

The fields are bare, barren, trees are waking up, but there are still no buds in sight.  Other years we would have seen some sign of new activity, not so this year.  Low lying fields are damp, wet and in some places completely covered over by water.  I looked for animals, but except for a few sheep, resting in the sunshine on higher ground, there wasn’t much to see.

acrylic spools and needles

I did find a large quantity of a full range of colour in acrylic spools of yarn, and the needles to work with them.  Have I a clue on what to do with them, no.  If anyone out there knows, I’d love to hear from you.  I was smitten by the colours and the prospect of doing something artistic with them.

doll 4.22.17 18 inches VV Kanata

My husband sighed quietly when I climbed back into the truck with my little one… “I thought you said, you weren’t going to start collecting dolls”  the dear man, it wasn’t a question, he shook his head.. He didn’t say it, but he was thinking.. he hoped this phase will be short and sweet,  he really is the VERY BEST. =^_^=

There was much more we explored and experienced, it was simply one of the nicest of days..  I came home content with my “treasures” .. I had done the background for the flowers before we left.  After supper, the flowers magically appeared, it was 1,2,3, et voila, I was smiling.  I liked what I saw. =^_^=

Every day won’t be like today, but the happy days, out number the “gray” days. The minister in NY. wrote that we need to apply ourselves more to “living like the sun” PL Precept # 8.  I agree, and will try hard to practice being more cheerful, and to see the world through fresh eyes every day when I wake.

Happy Sunday everyone.. The forecast calls for blue skies with a lot of sunshine.  Enjoy!

Oyashikiri (Blessings)

 

Wordless Wednesday

For me, mixed media 4.18.17

For me… mixed media.. acrylic. original art, by dymoon for dymoon  =^_^=

Thursday doors 2 – continued

The house can be seen as you drive into Cornwall off the 401 going west.  From the off ramp it looked so lonely, so forlorn.  The inside is completely a mess. Without proper footwear and a hard hat, I wouldn’t venture too far inside.

The area around the house  looks like at one time it  had been a tended  lawn and garden.   I’d say a farm-house, the building (that also stands empty) that you drive past to get to this one seems to attest to my thinking, but then?   It is a brick building, perhaps when the land was expropriated for the highway, they built further back.. Of course with expansions.. this is no a place for a  “home”..  – for sale (land) it would be commercial property now.

I love the old wood, even with age, it has a quiet dignity to it.  The homes being built today, I don’t see the same character or get the same feeling of seeing a structure that was built to last, a home for generations.

The basket in the upper right corner, I remember when we would find them at markets filled with fresh farm vegetables.  How long ago since the last resident put it outside, perhaps filled with fall produce or an autumn display of bright foliage.

The house has been vacant for some time.. the wild trees, shrubs and grasses have been reclaiming what was once a tended lawn.

Thanks for visiting with me.  It was important to me.. to give the house  some  love attention, maybe one last time..  the new gravel down on the road leading to the area, suggests that something is “in the wind”

Progress so necessary, but at what cost……

Oyashikiri

paint time

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Good day everyone….

No two artists when looking at a blank canvas see the same thing.  Two photographers looking in the same area, along the same street, will each have a different “capture” in their lens.  Ever heard these words.. ” you were there, didn’t you see bla bla bla”   Well, you both might have been there at the same time, but you both very likely didn’t see the same things.  Each would have viewed the scene or circumstances from his/her own perspective.

Now the word “artist” what does it imply?   Or the word “crafter”  are they one and the same… hmmmm. you thinking about it?

Does it come down to how quickly you want your pant to dry?  No two mediums dry the same way ,even when choosing an ink pad, you have to know what you want to do with the ink you are using.. if you use the wrong kind, your inks can bleed or run… even when you thought it was dry… kinky right..

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That is why I love life and all the artist challenges it provides.  When I make the wrong choice, .. I get to start over or try to work with the results of my 1st choice. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it just doesn’t.  A friend draws in chalk, she lives the moment, when it is gone, she has lived the experience,  and moves on.. that is a beautiful way to let go.

I loved the play of shadows and light on the bramble above.  It struck me at that moment that it was full of intrigue. Today should I see it again, I might not give it a second glance. It would simply be a mass of twigs and branches waiting for spring  and rejuvenation.

La vie est belle, it is our perception that can cloud or colour our view.

I prefer arylic and water colours to oil… why…. paint time… =^_^=

Oyashikiri

PL Precept #1  Life is Art

Thursday Doors 3.10.17

door 2 march 9.17

drums beating a steady rhythm

a deep droning chant

accompanied the talking drums

somewhere within the lush vegetation

there would be a path

leading towards the origins

of the mesmerizing communication

behind each door

is a the total sum

of what “Nature/Universe”

has in store for us

find the door

open the door

and walk through

for all you do

each passing day

if look to find the door

meant for you.

Q

Oyashikiri

Thursday Doors 3.2.17

Rustic charm in a big château built along the Ottawa River on the Quebec side. I meant to go back and take a picture of the main door under the covered driveway that protects passengers as they arrive and drop off their luggage etc.  but forgot, it had been cloudy with rain, and there were times it was just too dreary.  Not to mention busy with people arriving and leaving.

It was a seasonal late February day, the huge majestic stone fireplace was beckoning visitors to sit around the lounging area, and relax.  I enjoy the crackling of a roaring fire, the area was lit in such  way that the dancing flames were merrily putting on a mesmerizing show for all of us who  had succumbed to its many charms.  Huge, the fireplace had huge openings in different direction, so that no matter where you were seated, you could enjoy basking in its glow.

With that pleasant memory firmly planted in my noggin, I’ll head out into the colder brisk air of March 2nd. and run errands.

Thank you to all my wonderful friends, near and far…. for your kind words and support, you are rays of sunlight in my world. Your caring warms my heart, I appreciate each and every one of you.

Oyashikiri

Montebello, Quebec,Canada

simplicity – white

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As we drove along, the winding road seemed to disappear into a wall of fog.  There was a surreal atmosphere of quiet that wrapped itself around the truck.  We paused in our conversation to take notice of our surroundings.

Suddenly ahead we saw flashing lights.  2 men were standing by a truck, the drivers side door was open.  One man wore a bright yellow vest with a big fluorescent red X emblazoned on his back.  As we watched, he helped the other man put ona imiliar vest..  Ahead of the stopped truck was a big lit up panel blocking the way,  It too sported a big red X.

Slowing down, my husband rolled down his window… the one man who was already dressed in the special outfit, walked over to the truck, asking us where we were headed. When told where we were headed, he said, that we could go no further on the road we were on, but needed to take a detour that would be identified  when we turned the truck around.

My husband ever the news-hound, asked for information, and surprisingly we were told that there was a man with a weapon barricaded up ahead, and the whole area was cordoned off…  As we made our way to the detour, we thought about what we had been told.   Here we were out for a leisurely drive, content in our “world” and minutes away, was a very serious scene being played out.  Children were involved, the “suspect” was holed up in an area very close to a school.

This is very serious, we knew it was happening, but there was nothing we could do but proceed with our own “day” and let the “drama” play out as it may.  This was early afternoon, we later heard on the news, that the incident ended shortly after 5, no one was injured.  Maybe not physically, but what kind of “mental” stress was placed on the people who were involved in the incident.

On our way back, the fog had lifted, and the sun was shining.  It brought home for me, how important it is to live each moment with appreciation.  We never know what is around the corner.

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PL Precept # 18   Each Moment is a Turning Point

Oyashikiri

NB* we had a wonderful drive, the detour proved to be a meandering back road that was delightful. WE did get to Montebello, my sister, was able to tick the destination off of her to see list. In life, there is always BALANCE . and as noted, by the time we were heading back, the sun was shining and skies were blue.

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