Oh, I was going to stop at the nightclub OXYGEN only to take a photo of the neon sign outside with it's name on it. But it would have been in broad daylight on Broadway. The neon would not be lit up or as effective. So I offed that idea.
Monday I had to make the deposit for work. Our bank is inside Publix. Afterwards I wondered on through the aisles in search of things that began with the letter O, finding oodles of them. I love the word oodles. I found oranges and orange juices. Oranges made me thing of ovals and I was seeing many oval-shaped objects.
I had thought of photographing opals at in a jewelry store, but did not follow through with that idea either. My train of thoughts led me to our dear church friend Theopal's unusual name. Oh, I also remembered I almost photographed an expensive designer's blouse. The designer's first name began with an O but I don't remember what it was now nor had I heard of her before. Oh, I also thought of photographing an Army tombstone of a man's name that began with Otho, but passed on that one too. What would the odds be of one of his relatives seeing his name here on my blog?
I digressed. Back to the grocery aisles... Oh, I saw Oh's cereal and O'Doul's beer. An odd combinations, don't you think? Oh, then I remembered good ole Quaker oats for making oatmeal. And last but not least, olive oil. Of course olive oil reminds me of Olive Oyl from the Popeye cartoons.
Oh, how I pondered over my o's... then it hit me... when I took the photo of the Publix brand of oj, it had the word "original" on it. Orginal, h-m-m-m... I am an orginal. What could I do that would be orginal? Oh, that is why I have not posted any of my orginal artwork I created over the weekend. Unfortunetly, my memory stick wouldn't work so I cannot post the pictures of my objects d'art here today. Sorry.
I went in search of a new memory stick. I went to 2 Walmarts and a Wolf camera. I bought one at Wolf, but cannot get it to work causing me to have an Exederine Headache #30010. I hope to get a new one tomorrow so I can upload my orginal art.
So how were you orginal today? What O's did you observe? Did you meet the obligation or fail miserably as I did? Were you as obssessed as I was especially to find a memory stick in order post photos? Did you rise to the occasion? Okay I'll stop now. I have to make an appointment with the optomotrist. Then watch Oprah. Did I omit anything?
Hope you had an outstanding day. Did I over-do it? Have you overdosed on my O's? Is it overkill? I think not. Just having a bit of fun. Over and out.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Another Odd Tree Face
This Odd Shot came about or should I say "around" rather ironically funny to me. Remember when I did the Odd shot for the Owl tree back in March? You can go back to the following to see the owl face again if you can't remember it:
http://quoththerav3.blogspot.com/2008/03/owl-tree-for-odd-shots-monday-31008.html
Well, I got out of my car to go into McDonald's last week and something told me to look around the other side of the tree where the owl's face was previously seen. I hardly made a 10 degree turn and there it was... another odd face in a tree. I seem to have an affinity for finding them, don't I? At this rate, I can have a whole slew of photos of odd trees if I ever have an art gallery opening. I am sure I will have a comment from DiXymiss about this as she usually comments on my odd tree posts.
If you would like to participate in Odd Shot Monday, please go to the following at Katney's blog... http://katneyskaboodle.blogspot.com/
Hope you had as much fun as I did.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Rhett's Accident & "Illy Nilly"
First of all, I want to thank all my friends as well as my email buddies who are my friends who replied and took my side to what happened with my version of "The Black Widow Spider II" since Josie actually has dibs on that title on her blog. Ya'll really made my day when I read your comments today after what happened on Wednesday when Rhett got hit directly in the face with a new dodge ball. Now some might say, "Aw, it was just a ball..." but still it was a direct hit to his head.
Now he smiled at his coach when he told him he got hit so the coach thought he was ok. I figure Rhett was trying to be a big, brave boy so the other wouldn't laugh at him. The coach put him back in the game. He did not make him sit down or anything.
Mom told me about it when I picked him up. He was pale with dark circles under his eyes. On the way to church he was complaining about his head hurting badly. He also said he legs were shaking which scared me. I thought he might be going into shock. We did not go to church, but went directly home. I waited for church to let out so I could call our nurse friend there. Rhett was hungry so I was going to fix him some ramen noodles in butter. Carole told me he could eat them, just not too much. She also said if he started throwing up, to take him to the ER. Well, he threw up so we went to the ER. That really, really scared me. Of course Don thought he threw up because of the noodles which is something he won't eat like we will, but what does he know! There was no way we were staying at home! I kept thinking what if he died in his sleep? I knew I would not be able to sleep, poking him every few minutes so he would move and I would know he was still alive.
Luckily they took us back immediately & the waiting room was full of folks. I am sure they all were cussing us out in their minds. They performed a cat scan which I told Rhett was like the gate in the movie/tv show "Star Gate" and maybe he would be transported to another time... He was very still for it which I was proud of him for his stillness for once in his life. He thought the wheel chair ride was cool too. So I think he may be over his fear of the ER. Just hope he doesn't want to go because it is cool now. Poor thing thought he was gonna die. Funny that a child would associate a hospital with dying.
They told us it would be 30 mins before we go the test results. They lied. It was more than an hour. Don finally went to see if they were ready because he said in his deep, authoritated voice, "We need to get the boy home to bed." Rhett was ok. No concussion - thank goodness. We got home at 12:35 am totally exhausted, but at least now I could sleep a little better.
I called out sick to work the next morning. First, I called to see if SHE, "The Black Widow Spider II" aka "illy nilly" as one friend called her, was in the office at 6:46 am. SHE was walking the halls. Probably gotten a free breakfast so she wasn't answering in her office. I waited a good 4 mins. I figured that was long enough to give the old girl. I tried. She didn't answer. Oh, welll... I called back to talk to an officer I went to high school with and told him to give her the message. I really did not want to talk to her. To hear all her questions; to hear the insincerity in her voice.
I took Rhett to school because I thought he was having dibbles testing which he did not have it. The hospital gave him an excuse not to go if I wanted him not to go. Too bad they didn't give me one too. LOL After dropping Rhett off, I had a little chat with his principal. Now I looked and felt like death warmed over. I was literally having a bad hair day and wore my black Creative Memories cap which I rarely wear unless my hair is dirty. I told her what happened. She apologized, said she would talk to the coach about it and have him call me. She did ask if we had insurance which of course we do, but she didn't offer to pay the $100 co-pay. She did say she would keep Rhett out of PE that day as not to over tax his injuries.
The coach did call me. I have never spoken to him before, but he sounded rattled. His voice was shakey sounding so I guess I scared him to death probably thinking it might end his career as a teacher. He apologized also. I just wanted them to realize a direct hit to the head is serious and should not be taken so lightly as they took it in Rhett's case.
I did call back later at work to ask one of the ladies if SHE got the message I wouldn't be in today and she got it, but I certainly did not want to talk to her. I slept some, but it was a weird sleep. I can't really describe it. It was like I would sleep for so long then wake up suddenly. Maybe I was so tired I was snoring and waking myself up. LOL I'd left the light on in the bedroom for some dumb reason so that probably didn't help. I didn't really accomplish much with my day off other than get a shower, do my hair, pick Rhett up from school and pay a bill.
Then today SHE comes up to me in the record's room all concerned about Rhett. I fell for it. I am such a sucker. There were two other officers sitting in there so I was nice and re-told our story. The officers were very nice and concerned about it too. Now I believed them. Yet in the midst of my explanation, I realize who I was talking to and my mind was telling me she was really not concerned. I wanted to say, "You don't really care." I know she was looking at me without breaking eye contact and I did not care to look at her. So she probably thinks I am lying because of this. But I have the hospital paperwork to prove I was not lying. Not that I really care.
Today SHE is all talkative as if nothing happened and nothing is wrong. I just answered yes and no's, not adding anything. She was playing her religious cd's also. Is this her way of asking for forgiveness or a way of paying pennance for her ugly actions? One friend said it was her guilt coming out.
Now I was calling her "The Black Widow II" because me new blogger friend Josie has one like her on her blog which is where I got the idea from. I just couldn't come up with a better term for her yet. I'd told Josie about my latest incident involving the Spider woman and she commented back on my blog and added me to her blog list which made my day. I think Josie has had it far worse than I have in the past. Still its nice to know I am not the only one.
My friend Cheryl gave me the "Illy Nilly" name. She said its because Spiderella is so wishey-washy. Nice one moment then striking unexpectedly the next. My friend Bob called her a Pit Bull. I am voting for "Illy Nilly". How about you?
Now he smiled at his coach when he told him he got hit so the coach thought he was ok. I figure Rhett was trying to be a big, brave boy so the other wouldn't laugh at him. The coach put him back in the game. He did not make him sit down or anything.
Mom told me about it when I picked him up. He was pale with dark circles under his eyes. On the way to church he was complaining about his head hurting badly. He also said he legs were shaking which scared me. I thought he might be going into shock. We did not go to church, but went directly home. I waited for church to let out so I could call our nurse friend there. Rhett was hungry so I was going to fix him some ramen noodles in butter. Carole told me he could eat them, just not too much. She also said if he started throwing up, to take him to the ER. Well, he threw up so we went to the ER. That really, really scared me. Of course Don thought he threw up because of the noodles which is something he won't eat like we will, but what does he know! There was no way we were staying at home! I kept thinking what if he died in his sleep? I knew I would not be able to sleep, poking him every few minutes so he would move and I would know he was still alive.
Luckily they took us back immediately & the waiting room was full of folks. I am sure they all were cussing us out in their minds. They performed a cat scan which I told Rhett was like the gate in the movie/tv show "Star Gate" and maybe he would be transported to another time... He was very still for it which I was proud of him for his stillness for once in his life. He thought the wheel chair ride was cool too. So I think he may be over his fear of the ER. Just hope he doesn't want to go because it is cool now. Poor thing thought he was gonna die. Funny that a child would associate a hospital with dying.
They told us it would be 30 mins before we go the test results. They lied. It was more than an hour. Don finally went to see if they were ready because he said in his deep, authoritated voice, "We need to get the boy home to bed." Rhett was ok. No concussion - thank goodness. We got home at 12:35 am totally exhausted, but at least now I could sleep a little better.
I called out sick to work the next morning. First, I called to see if SHE, "The Black Widow Spider II" aka "illy nilly" as one friend called her, was in the office at 6:46 am. SHE was walking the halls. Probably gotten a free breakfast so she wasn't answering in her office. I waited a good 4 mins. I figured that was long enough to give the old girl. I tried. She didn't answer. Oh, welll... I called back to talk to an officer I went to high school with and told him to give her the message. I really did not want to talk to her. To hear all her questions; to hear the insincerity in her voice.
I took Rhett to school because I thought he was having dibbles testing which he did not have it. The hospital gave him an excuse not to go if I wanted him not to go. Too bad they didn't give me one too. LOL After dropping Rhett off, I had a little chat with his principal. Now I looked and felt like death warmed over. I was literally having a bad hair day and wore my black Creative Memories cap which I rarely wear unless my hair is dirty. I told her what happened. She apologized, said she would talk to the coach about it and have him call me. She did ask if we had insurance which of course we do, but she didn't offer to pay the $100 co-pay. She did say she would keep Rhett out of PE that day as not to over tax his injuries.
The coach did call me. I have never spoken to him before, but he sounded rattled. His voice was shakey sounding so I guess I scared him to death probably thinking it might end his career as a teacher. He apologized also. I just wanted them to realize a direct hit to the head is serious and should not be taken so lightly as they took it in Rhett's case.
I did call back later at work to ask one of the ladies if SHE got the message I wouldn't be in today and she got it, but I certainly did not want to talk to her. I slept some, but it was a weird sleep. I can't really describe it. It was like I would sleep for so long then wake up suddenly. Maybe I was so tired I was snoring and waking myself up. LOL I'd left the light on in the bedroom for some dumb reason so that probably didn't help. I didn't really accomplish much with my day off other than get a shower, do my hair, pick Rhett up from school and pay a bill.
Then today SHE comes up to me in the record's room all concerned about Rhett. I fell for it. I am such a sucker. There were two other officers sitting in there so I was nice and re-told our story. The officers were very nice and concerned about it too. Now I believed them. Yet in the midst of my explanation, I realize who I was talking to and my mind was telling me she was really not concerned. I wanted to say, "You don't really care." I know she was looking at me without breaking eye contact and I did not care to look at her. So she probably thinks I am lying because of this. But I have the hospital paperwork to prove I was not lying. Not that I really care.
Today SHE is all talkative as if nothing happened and nothing is wrong. I just answered yes and no's, not adding anything. She was playing her religious cd's also. Is this her way of asking for forgiveness or a way of paying pennance for her ugly actions? One friend said it was her guilt coming out.
Now I was calling her "The Black Widow II" because me new blogger friend Josie has one like her on her blog which is where I got the idea from. I just couldn't come up with a better term for her yet. I'd told Josie about my latest incident involving the Spider woman and she commented back on my blog and added me to her blog list which made my day. I think Josie has had it far worse than I have in the past. Still its nice to know I am not the only one.
My friend Cheryl gave me the "Illy Nilly" name. She said its because Spiderella is so wishey-washy. Nice one moment then striking unexpectedly the next. My friend Bob called her a Pit Bull. I am voting for "Illy Nilly". How about you?
The Perfect Cloud
This is what I consider THE perfect cloud. I took this back when I first got my digital camera last August. It is one of my favorites. I love the colors.
Have always been a cloud watcher looking and finding certain shapes then pointing them out. I once saw the Hawaiian Islands in the early morning on the way to Indiana. I have become quiet a avid cloud watcher especially since this summer. I am constantly watching them as I drive on cloudy days. Looking for something in them but not really finding anything yet. I thought I almost had a heart shaped one yesterday, but it had shifted by seconds by the time I snapped it. If I had an Indian name, it would be "Cloud Watcher".
If you would like to participate in SKY Watch Friday, please go to the following:
http://womtig.blogspot.com/
Happy Sky Watch Friday. May you find your perfect cloud...
~theRAV~
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
My Morning
Well, I had a morning & a half...! As I was cleaing my glasses, they broke in the middle of the eye piece. I knew they couldn't be repaired. That nose bar was too small to attempt to nerd rig it with tape. LOL This happened just before I was about to leave to take Rhett to school. I made the mistake of calling into the "supervisor" to tell her. I know I have not written anything about her in awhile. Dumb me told her which Optical place I'd be stopping at as I stupidly said I needed my glasses especially before night time. I should have just called into main control. I learned my lesson. Now she told me to take my time.
Because today is Administrative Assistant Day, the warden was letting us off at 3 pm. We all would rather he bought us lunch or gave us a food gift card instead. LOL
I was not the 1st one at the optical shop. It took awhile to find a frame to fit my BIG old fashioned lenses which wasn't happening. They just don't make big frames any more. Then one pair was more than I wanted to pay. One really pretty pink pair, the lday took away from me because those were for "insurance" - whatever that meant. So I went with this grayish, silver, sort of see thru pair similiar to what I had only not as big. Don won't like them. I wasn't thrilled with them thinking they will make me look like an old lady. But one of the deciding factors was my sunglasses fit over them. Now I read some of my book - the newest in the highlander series by Janet Champion while they were grinding my lenses down to fit.
I had to get something to eat on the way to work which I ate in my car.
The other ladies greeted me and we were talking about what happened above - you know what nice co-workers and friends do. Then at 11:30 SHE comes by not asking about me or my glasses. Just lights into me with "You know the warden only allows us two hours and he's letting us off at 3 so you need to take that time away from yourself" since I am the Time Keeper. It really ticked me off. I have not been this mad in I don't know when. Probably since the last time she ticked me off. I was 38 hot. Now I had my BIG thick time book binder in my hand and wound up throwing it on the shelf. I guess it was better than throwing the book at her. LOL It was a good thing it was a sturdy shelf. Of course she knew I was PO'd. She can go to several dr's appointments all during the week and no time is taken away from her. I guess I need to keep a log on her. She is just jealous that I have time and she does not have any. So she is not happy until she gets our time taken away from us. I am NOT marking anything on mine for today. Tomorrow I will be talking to the Dep. warden when he returns. It is just not fair being treated the way she treats us.
Then she had the nerve to stand there and question me about just needing them for night like my going this morning was not necessary. I am nearsighted. Have been since elementary school. My mom says the measles settled in my eyes which is one of her many old wives' tales. I can only see so far down the road. My license requires that I wear my glasses whenever I drive, but I did not tell her that. I should not have to justify everything to her as if I am a criminal here. I did not ask my glasses to break. If I had known all this, I would have just taken the day off. My job in no way interfers with her's or anyone else's in the office.
Now I feel like such an idiot. This is just history repeating itself again. She is like a black widow spider, she lulls you into thinking everything is back to the way it used to be when she was more normal when I first started working with her. Little did I know then. You think she is better. She is being friendly. Then BAM! She strikes.
The other ladies went to lunch leaving me alone with her & I begged one of them not to leave. I could see me in another yelling match with her because I had not cooled off and she'd triggered me so I was ready for her. I was putting in orders as she walked by my desk, having the nerve to ask, "Did you get some pretty glasses?" You can't treat me like dirt one minute and expect me to carry on a normal conversation with you. I forced myself to say "YEP" but it wasn't pretty. I must have gotten my point across. She was leaving at 12:30 because she normally gets off at 2:30 due to our 2 hr prison break. She left without saying goodbye. Oh, how I cried. Yeah, right.
Because today is Administrative Assistant Day, the warden was letting us off at 3 pm. We all would rather he bought us lunch or gave us a food gift card instead. LOL
I was not the 1st one at the optical shop. It took awhile to find a frame to fit my BIG old fashioned lenses which wasn't happening. They just don't make big frames any more. Then one pair was more than I wanted to pay. One really pretty pink pair, the lday took away from me because those were for "insurance" - whatever that meant. So I went with this grayish, silver, sort of see thru pair similiar to what I had only not as big. Don won't like them. I wasn't thrilled with them thinking they will make me look like an old lady. But one of the deciding factors was my sunglasses fit over them. Now I read some of my book - the newest in the highlander series by Janet Champion while they were grinding my lenses down to fit.
I had to get something to eat on the way to work which I ate in my car.
The other ladies greeted me and we were talking about what happened above - you know what nice co-workers and friends do. Then at 11:30 SHE comes by not asking about me or my glasses. Just lights into me with "You know the warden only allows us two hours and he's letting us off at 3 so you need to take that time away from yourself" since I am the Time Keeper. It really ticked me off. I have not been this mad in I don't know when. Probably since the last time she ticked me off. I was 38 hot. Now I had my BIG thick time book binder in my hand and wound up throwing it on the shelf. I guess it was better than throwing the book at her. LOL It was a good thing it was a sturdy shelf. Of course she knew I was PO'd. She can go to several dr's appointments all during the week and no time is taken away from her. I guess I need to keep a log on her. She is just jealous that I have time and she does not have any. So she is not happy until she gets our time taken away from us. I am NOT marking anything on mine for today. Tomorrow I will be talking to the Dep. warden when he returns. It is just not fair being treated the way she treats us.
Then she had the nerve to stand there and question me about just needing them for night like my going this morning was not necessary. I am nearsighted. Have been since elementary school. My mom says the measles settled in my eyes which is one of her many old wives' tales. I can only see so far down the road. My license requires that I wear my glasses whenever I drive, but I did not tell her that. I should not have to justify everything to her as if I am a criminal here. I did not ask my glasses to break. If I had known all this, I would have just taken the day off. My job in no way interfers with her's or anyone else's in the office.
Now I feel like such an idiot. This is just history repeating itself again. She is like a black widow spider, she lulls you into thinking everything is back to the way it used to be when she was more normal when I first started working with her. Little did I know then. You think she is better. She is being friendly. Then BAM! She strikes.
The other ladies went to lunch leaving me alone with her & I begged one of them not to leave. I could see me in another yelling match with her because I had not cooled off and she'd triggered me so I was ready for her. I was putting in orders as she walked by my desk, having the nerve to ask, "Did you get some pretty glasses?" You can't treat me like dirt one minute and expect me to carry on a normal conversation with you. I forced myself to say "YEP" but it wasn't pretty. I must have gotten my point across. She was leaving at 12:30 because she normally gets off at 2:30 due to our 2 hr prison break. She left without saying goodbye. Oh, how I cried. Yeah, right.
N is for...
Now N is for THE most famous Nazarene in the history of the world. Jesus Christ, our Savior. I hope you know him. I hope he is a friend to you as well as apart of your life. If not, I hope he will be someday...
My mom had this piece of cloth with the face of Jesus on it in her laundry room hanging off some folded clothes for days and days. Each time I would walk in the back door, I would see it. She finally put it in a sack of things I was taking home with me one day. I guess she figured I could do something with it. So I took this photo and decided to use it here today as one of my N words.
I'd put this scrap of Jesus on a piece of blue construction paper where I drew designs in the corner, but liked this shot better. I think I will use the one I just described tomorrow on my Thankful Thursday post - if I do one.
Then I thought of our son-in-law, named Nathan, or Nate as we sometimes call him, but I did not have a good recent photo of him. Need to take one. I also have a 2nd cousin named Nathan.
As I previously stated in my past couple of posts, Friday was a very good day for me. I remembered there was a hot dog place sort of near where I work. It is inside Brewster's ice cream.
It is called Nathan's famous hot dog's. So I got directions and called in my order, passing on someone getting me my all time favorite Italian sandwich from Firehouse Subs. It was neat going to a new place for a change of scenery. As I parked I realized this was an N word and began taking pictures while giggling with glee at my good fortune.
Once back at work, I decided it was the best hot dog I have had in a while. All beef with chili and onions with great french fries. I'd gobbled it down before I realized it, without taking a photo of the dog itself. So I sort of collaged the Nathan's sack and the yellow bag that held the fries. They had this neat red fork that reminded me of a tiny pitchfork, but it only had two tines. I had sort of been playing around with fork, trying to come up with an artistic idea, but it has not come to fruition yet. I even took a photo of me holding the fork with pink fingernail polish, but it did not do a whole lot for me.
If you would like to participate in N is for... ABC Wednesday, please go to the following:http://mrsnesbittsplace.blogspot.com/
where you will find a very intereesting post about her name. Anne, I think you will like it. Josie, if you are reading this, please see my next post about my nasty Black Widow Spider incident today! LOL
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Artist's Walk
I had not written in my journal since prior to my Uncle Bert's death, but I did write about his death here on my blog, paying tribute to him in my own fashion with my words and art.
This past Friday was a very, very good day for. Very productive despite the fact that Don told me he was too busy to talk to me on the cell during his and Rhett's male father/son bonding day which ticked me off for awhile at work.
As always I had a bill to pay which is a never ending saga. I got off work at 4, paid the bill, picked up my medicine and Don called me. They had just gotten home from the hunting land around 4:30 which I was not a happy camper about because I had told Don earlier in the week I wanted to go on the Artist's Walking Tour from 5-8 pm. We could walk to 7 galleries or ride a tram. I was very, very determined about doing this one thing I wanted to do. Especially since we didn't go to Bass Pro Shop to eat like I wanted. I was and I was not being a spoiled brat about it. I was more than a little irritable they were not ready by the time I put my face on.
Don couldn't understand why we were in such a rush. He thought we were going to the funeral home because one of our oldest members passed away. Now this may sound selfish on my part, but I said we were not going to the visitation. I knew we could go to the funeral the next day. May the good Lord forgive me for this.
We started our tour at the Joseph House which I kept wanting to call it the John Hay house for some unknown reason. This is a place my friend Mike E has told me to go to for many months now. Why I held back, I am not sure? Cold feet I suppose. A bit scarey making that first step toward Artdom.
There I saw names of local artists I recognized from the local newspaper. There were a lot of paintings of and around Columbus. Yet there was only one painting that closely resembled my style of art as of late. So I guess I felt sort of out of place as I moved from painting to painting, room to room. I felt like I didn't fit in; didn't belong. Wondering why I was there?
We walked over to the Galleria with Rhett constantly complaining he wanted to ride the tram to the point of getting on my last nerve. The tram was simply a group of carts joined together. At the Galleria, I saw a high school chum's mom and I asked about him. She said Drew, who was an amazing artist, is not doing well. He is a bit slow since his brain cancer operation and more recent heart attack. His meds make him sick, making it difficult for him to work. His artwork would have been worthy of hanging in a gallery.
The Galleria is rather ecclectic with old as well as modern stuff mixed in and not just framed art like back at the first place. Don found a few items that interested him while I discovered a few future gifts and some lambs! I was afraid to take photos of them. These lambs were quite different than the ones I've seen before and rather expensive for my budget. Alas, they would only collect dust anyway and I hate to dust! LOL
We had to back track and go behind the Joseph House when my broken little toe started throbbing so we rode in the truck until we found Garry Pound's Gallery. Now Garry graduated from the same high school I attended only he was two years ahead of me. I knew he was a very good at drawing way back then, but to see his art now is a BIG WOW factor. What amazed me was his self portraits. He has one huge color canvas of himself in a red painter's coat that was so lifelike. The colors in it just sheer perfection. To view this, you can go to the following link:
http://www.art-wave.com/pound/portraits/149_149.htm/
or just google Garry Pound if you would like to find out more about him and his artwork.
I would like to have just a small print of this because he is a fellow artist from the same town and school, but when I saw his prices in the thousands of dollars, I was afraid to ask the price of even a small one. But unshy me did introduce myself to him. Once inside his gallery, Don brought it to my attention it was once a church. Later I found out from my friend Mike E that it was the 1st Jewish synagogue in Columbus. On the outside it is painted an almost puice color which is not one of my favorites and trimmed in dark forest green so it sticks out like a sore thumb among the quaint sedate colored gingerbread houses in the historic district.
Don also noticed and liked Garry's artist's cabinets that held his articles, artwork and ideas. Yes, Don pulled out the 1st drawer and looked! It looked very antique. Don told me that was what I needed. Would be nice.
I suppose if any artist could intimidate me, it would be Garry because he is so talented and so good at what he does yet I wasn't really intimidated. Now I felt more at home at Scott Taylor's Gallery for some reason. It was off the beaten path. It held not just his work, but others as well which were more on the abstract side. This was true of the Joseph House also. But you know where you feel comfortable and where you don't. Garry's gallery as all his work alone.
Don decided to wait in the truck while Rhett and I went into our last stop which was Gallery 808, owned by Dr. Eric Maddox and his wife Mona. Mona went to the same elementary school I did, but she was either older than me or was always in another classroom. Last time I saw her was at Emma Jean's funeral a few years ago. She was Emma's sister Marie's friend. Small world.
Dr. Maddox was a bit more hostlike and talkative so Rhett & I introduced ourselves. I told him Rhett and I were "blooming artists" (not blooming idiots! LOL) working on projects together now (since this last week). He suggested I attend an artist's guild meeting so I think I shall. To sum it up, Dr. Maddox as well as being a young artist, was also into music, pursued that as a career as well as teaching it before returning back to art. He now teaches art at Columbus University. Made me want to go back to college again and take more art classes.
I re-introduced myself to Mona knowning she looked familiar. I knew it was her for sure when I read a page about him on the hall table. I told her I had lots of questions and she told me to call Eric. Needless to say I left his gallery excited. It was like sticking my big toe in the ocean for the first time. Baby steps. But still a step forward in the direction of my dreams.
We went to the Cantina on Broadway for the very first time. The weather was just perfect. Not too hot. Not too cold for us three bears. Well, I certainly enjoyed the evening if no one else did. Rhett said he did. No comment from Don. Speaking of bears, they had a polar bear inside the Cantina with a Mexican hat on him. I made Rhett pose with his new haircut his Daddy got him. Hopefully it will be grown out by his birthday next month.
I just felt like all my N word photos N is for.... for ABC Wednesday and my Odd Shot just fell upon me from the heavens on Friday. It was unbelieveable. I love it when that happens. Too bad every day can't be like that.
This past Friday was a very, very good day for. Very productive despite the fact that Don told me he was too busy to talk to me on the cell during his and Rhett's male father/son bonding day which ticked me off for awhile at work.
As always I had a bill to pay which is a never ending saga. I got off work at 4, paid the bill, picked up my medicine and Don called me. They had just gotten home from the hunting land around 4:30 which I was not a happy camper about because I had told Don earlier in the week I wanted to go on the Artist's Walking Tour from 5-8 pm. We could walk to 7 galleries or ride a tram. I was very, very determined about doing this one thing I wanted to do. Especially since we didn't go to Bass Pro Shop to eat like I wanted. I was and I was not being a spoiled brat about it. I was more than a little irritable they were not ready by the time I put my face on.
Don couldn't understand why we were in such a rush. He thought we were going to the funeral home because one of our oldest members passed away. Now this may sound selfish on my part, but I said we were not going to the visitation. I knew we could go to the funeral the next day. May the good Lord forgive me for this.
We started our tour at the Joseph House which I kept wanting to call it the John Hay house for some unknown reason. This is a place my friend Mike E has told me to go to for many months now. Why I held back, I am not sure? Cold feet I suppose. A bit scarey making that first step toward Artdom.
There I saw names of local artists I recognized from the local newspaper. There were a lot of paintings of and around Columbus. Yet there was only one painting that closely resembled my style of art as of late. So I guess I felt sort of out of place as I moved from painting to painting, room to room. I felt like I didn't fit in; didn't belong. Wondering why I was there?
We walked over to the Galleria with Rhett constantly complaining he wanted to ride the tram to the point of getting on my last nerve. The tram was simply a group of carts joined together. At the Galleria, I saw a high school chum's mom and I asked about him. She said Drew, who was an amazing artist, is not doing well. He is a bit slow since his brain cancer operation and more recent heart attack. His meds make him sick, making it difficult for him to work. His artwork would have been worthy of hanging in a gallery.
The Galleria is rather ecclectic with old as well as modern stuff mixed in and not just framed art like back at the first place. Don found a few items that interested him while I discovered a few future gifts and some lambs! I was afraid to take photos of them. These lambs were quite different than the ones I've seen before and rather expensive for my budget. Alas, they would only collect dust anyway and I hate to dust! LOL
We had to back track and go behind the Joseph House when my broken little toe started throbbing so we rode in the truck until we found Garry Pound's Gallery. Now Garry graduated from the same high school I attended only he was two years ahead of me. I knew he was a very good at drawing way back then, but to see his art now is a BIG WOW factor. What amazed me was his self portraits. He has one huge color canvas of himself in a red painter's coat that was so lifelike. The colors in it just sheer perfection. To view this, you can go to the following link:
http://www.art-wave.com/pound/portraits/149_149.htm/
or just google Garry Pound if you would like to find out more about him and his artwork.
I would like to have just a small print of this because he is a fellow artist from the same town and school, but when I saw his prices in the thousands of dollars, I was afraid to ask the price of even a small one. But unshy me did introduce myself to him. Once inside his gallery, Don brought it to my attention it was once a church. Later I found out from my friend Mike E that it was the 1st Jewish synagogue in Columbus. On the outside it is painted an almost puice color which is not one of my favorites and trimmed in dark forest green so it sticks out like a sore thumb among the quaint sedate colored gingerbread houses in the historic district.
Don also noticed and liked Garry's artist's cabinets that held his articles, artwork and ideas. Yes, Don pulled out the 1st drawer and looked! It looked very antique. Don told me that was what I needed. Would be nice.
I suppose if any artist could intimidate me, it would be Garry because he is so talented and so good at what he does yet I wasn't really intimidated. Now I felt more at home at Scott Taylor's Gallery for some reason. It was off the beaten path. It held not just his work, but others as well which were more on the abstract side. This was true of the Joseph House also. But you know where you feel comfortable and where you don't. Garry's gallery as all his work alone.
Don decided to wait in the truck while Rhett and I went into our last stop which was Gallery 808, owned by Dr. Eric Maddox and his wife Mona. Mona went to the same elementary school I did, but she was either older than me or was always in another classroom. Last time I saw her was at Emma Jean's funeral a few years ago. She was Emma's sister Marie's friend. Small world.
Dr. Maddox was a bit more hostlike and talkative so Rhett & I introduced ourselves. I told him Rhett and I were "blooming artists" (not blooming idiots! LOL) working on projects together now (since this last week). He suggested I attend an artist's guild meeting so I think I shall. To sum it up, Dr. Maddox as well as being a young artist, was also into music, pursued that as a career as well as teaching it before returning back to art. He now teaches art at Columbus University. Made me want to go back to college again and take more art classes.
I re-introduced myself to Mona knowning she looked familiar. I knew it was her for sure when I read a page about him on the hall table. I told her I had lots of questions and she told me to call Eric. Needless to say I left his gallery excited. It was like sticking my big toe in the ocean for the first time. Baby steps. But still a step forward in the direction of my dreams.
We went to the Cantina on Broadway for the very first time. The weather was just perfect. Not too hot. Not too cold for us three bears. Well, I certainly enjoyed the evening if no one else did. Rhett said he did. No comment from Don. Speaking of bears, they had a polar bear inside the Cantina with a Mexican hat on him. I made Rhett pose with his new haircut his Daddy got him. Hopefully it will be grown out by his birthday next month.
I just felt like all my N word photos N is for.... for ABC Wednesday and my Odd Shot just fell upon me from the heavens on Friday. It was unbelieveable. I love it when that happens. Too bad every day can't be like that.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Window Dressing for Odd Shot Monday 4/21/08
Bet you can't get what this is...!
We had a wonderful new experience Friday night... There was an Artist Walk downtown and we went to several galleries which I will post about tomorrow rather than have a really, really long, LONG post here. To make a long story short, we passed a night club called "Oxygen" on Broadway. This used to be an old department store with the large picture windows where they used to have displays back in the days when you went window shopping. So I am probably dating myself here. LOL I think it used to be the Kiddie Shoppe where my mom bought most of my clothes as a child. Then it was a Goodwill store. And now it is this night club with black tarp on the walls of the windows with female mannequinns in swimwear and signs saying something about "proper attire required" as if swimwear is appropriate to wear inside.
I figure you will never guess what it is so I will tell you... This was supposed to represent a campfire. It is a piece of ragged cloth in front of lights and fan blowing so it is moving like a flame. Only my digital camera stopped the movement. It looked cool and knew it would make a great odd shot. When I uploaded it to Picassa earlier in my busy day, it didn't look as good there. In fact, I was almost not going to use. I uploaded it just to see how it looked on the blog first before putting my words just in case. Believe it or not, I found yet another odd shot at lunchtime today. I am on a roll again and loving it!
If you would like to participate in Odd Shots Monday, please go to the following:
http://katneyskaboodle.blogspot.com/.
Her shot today just made me busrt out laughing (BOL) and smile after a hard day at work. Thanks for that, Katney.
Friday, April 18, 2008
My Favorite Road
I was going to do cloud pictures for today's Sky Watch post, but as I went back through my ever increasing photos, I knew I wanted to use this one... This is my favorite road to travel down first thing in the morning as when this shot was taken earlier this week. I love the way the sunlight is filtering through the trees. I inched down the road taking several snapshots until I got this one. THE one. Don't ya love it when that happens? It is so soothing to me. It makes me just want to go "Ah" and sigh as I slowly ride through this shadey grove/tunnel. If I travel back up it in the afternoons, the sun doesn't shine through the trees like it does here. It provides a really nice shade on a hot day, making me want to park, sit and cool off.
A note of interest: the lot to the left is now vacant and has a historic marker at the end of the stop sign. I am not sure what the marker states, but that was not what always held my interest. You may not know this, but the movie the "Green Berets" was filmed in Columbus and Ft. Benning, GA. There once was a house on this lot that was used in one of the scenes where they are going to capture the Viet Kong General or whatever his rank was in the movie. I always thought that was so cool. And to think I passed by it all the time. You could not see the house from the road because it was hidden by all the trees just as in the film. My best friend Penny had actually been inside the house because she knew the son of the owners who were members of the local symphany. She said the house was more like a museum. Everything was labeled. It stated if it was a gift from someone and the date given. But alas, many, many years ago the house caught on fire. All those labeled gifts going up in flame. So, so sad. Now it is just a woodeded lot. You used to could see an out house or what may have been the slaves quarters about where you look to the left. I can't remember seeing that when I pass by now. I don't know if it burned also or maybe they cleared it without disrupting the foliage.
Where is your favorite road?
Happy Sky Watch Friday. Hope you all have a great weekend. if you would like to partipate in Sky Watch Friday please go to the following:
http://womtig.blogspot.com/
After seeing Tom's lovely clouds with a face, I am glad I went with this one now.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Thankful Thursday 4/17/08 Exciting News
Once again I am thankful for all my artistic ideas and art I have been creating lately especially the past couple of weeks. It seems I am on another roll and loving it! I am so thankful for the joint project with my son as I posted in my previous post for ABC Wednesday M is for... My Mom, Mother & Son Art. Rhett even wanted to do another one! Now I think he wants to be a graffiti artist. LOL
I have to admit I was a tad bit disappointed to see only 3 comments on my post for yesterday. Not that I get a lot of comments anyway. So I went back to the ABC Wednesday's site or owner's blog http://mrsnesbittsplace.blogspot.com/ to ensure my comment was indeed there and it was. As I was posting from the library and running short on time, I only had enough time to simply say, "My post is up...". I didn't have time to look at any other than Mrs. Nesbitt's blog. Then we had to go get mom tin foil and go to church. Today I saw where Mrs. Nesbitt has a link to my blog which made my day! She has me listed as Becky not Quoth the Rav or the RAV but that is fine with me. I am just happy to be there. It isn't every day I am linked.
Then I read the 3 comments on yesterday's post. I had a very interesting one from a published author, Gregory E. Lang. He is working on a new book about mother/daughter relationships and he thought I might like to make a contribution to his book! How exciting! Just to be asked is indeed an honor. A contributing writer. WOW!
I have been praying for additional income to come falling from the skies. LOL Sadly, it has not happened. This would not be a paid endeavor. For many months now I have been contemplating getting paid for others to read my blog. So if any of you out there in blog land has done this successfully, please let me know... Thanks.
So to be or not to be a contributing writer? That is THE question.
I am also thankfull Rhett and I got to see my friend Bob after Rhett's orthodontist appointment yesterday. Rhett has to have 3 teeth pulled in two weeks or else our regular dentist will have to remove them. I was so excited to be seeing Bob after all these months that I just chattered away like a complete idiot. Rhett became his father by asking why I was jumping from one subject to another, but Bob seemed to be following me as most of my good friends are able to do. Before we left, Rhett wanted me to show Bob our picture we made. Rhett worked on his graffiti again last night. The boy is going use up all my markers! LOL
Ironically my fortune cookie for today said:
"Investigate new possiblities with friends. Now is the time!"
Quote of the Day:
Life is a bag of peaches. Be the juicy one.
-H. Jackson Brown, Jr.-
If you would like to participate in Thankful Thursday, please go to the following:
http://www.eph2810.com/
I have to admit I was a tad bit disappointed to see only 3 comments on my post for yesterday. Not that I get a lot of comments anyway. So I went back to the ABC Wednesday's site or owner's blog http://mrsnesbittsplace.blogspot.com/ to ensure my comment was indeed there and it was. As I was posting from the library and running short on time, I only had enough time to simply say, "My post is up...". I didn't have time to look at any other than Mrs. Nesbitt's blog. Then we had to go get mom tin foil and go to church. Today I saw where Mrs. Nesbitt has a link to my blog which made my day! She has me listed as Becky not Quoth the Rav or the RAV but that is fine with me. I am just happy to be there. It isn't every day I am linked.
Then I read the 3 comments on yesterday's post. I had a very interesting one from a published author, Gregory E. Lang. He is working on a new book about mother/daughter relationships and he thought I might like to make a contribution to his book! How exciting! Just to be asked is indeed an honor. A contributing writer. WOW!
I have been praying for additional income to come falling from the skies. LOL Sadly, it has not happened. This would not be a paid endeavor. For many months now I have been contemplating getting paid for others to read my blog. So if any of you out there in blog land has done this successfully, please let me know... Thanks.
So to be or not to be a contributing writer? That is THE question.
I am also thankfull Rhett and I got to see my friend Bob after Rhett's orthodontist appointment yesterday. Rhett has to have 3 teeth pulled in two weeks or else our regular dentist will have to remove them. I was so excited to be seeing Bob after all these months that I just chattered away like a complete idiot. Rhett became his father by asking why I was jumping from one subject to another, but Bob seemed to be following me as most of my good friends are able to do. Before we left, Rhett wanted me to show Bob our picture we made. Rhett worked on his graffiti again last night. The boy is going use up all my markers! LOL
Ironically my fortune cookie for today said:
"Investigate new possiblities with friends. Now is the time!"
Quote of the Day:
Life is a bag of peaches. Be the juicy one.
-H. Jackson Brown, Jr.-
If you would like to participate in Thankful Thursday, please go to the following:
http://www.eph2810.com/
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
My Mom, Mother & Son Art
I was going to tell you how I travel up and down Macon Road daily so I took a photo of clouds while driving down Macon Road, but decided against using it on my M post for ABC Wednesday M is for... today. I also pass by a Marathon gas station sometimes 4 times a day some days. I pass by a MEA Federal Credit Union at least once a day. Then there is Macon Road BBQ which I don't eat there. Then there is Milgen Road and the Milgen Road post office I frequent. Everyday mundane, boring stuff.
I have had a pack of peanut M & M's on the console of car for days as well as Don's mail he wanted me to mail for him. Its a miracle that the M & M 's haven't melted. I am sure somone else will use
M & M 's today.
I took a lot of cloud photos this week. One of them was of the McDonald's golden arches in the sky, but I refrained from using it here.
I had a complaint about Macy's department store, but changed my mind about voicing it here. Needless to murmur, I have paid off my account and will NOT be shopping at Macy's anymore. Yes, I was that mad. One credit card paid off which is a good thing. One less bill to pay. Yea, Man!
Actually I found the M words rather boring around here and did not want to use most of them. This time I looked in the phone book instead of the dictionary for M words. There I discovered The Mandarin House had moved into the old Mellow Mushroom location. They had the best Mandarin chicken years ago. It made me want some for my midday meal. Maybe I'll just go to Mongolian BBQ instead. Yet I did not want to this post to be about places to have a meal unless it was an outstanding one.
Mostly I wanted this post to be about my mom who I happen to think is THE best mom in the world. She has always made sacrifices for me. Mom has shown me what love is all about. My mom has always been there for me no matter what. Even when my friends and boyfriends failed me for some reason or let me down, mom was always there to pick up the pieces. She is the strongest woman I know which has lead me to be a strong woman as well. She taught me there is nothing I cannot do. I love my mom very, very much. I don't know what I would do without her and dread finding out. So this post is dedicated to my mom.
I thought after writing about my mom, that would be it for my M words, but alas, it is not. Last night there was nothing on tv after 9 pm. Rhett is out on spring break and was a bit bored yesterday. So I had this idea in my mind... I took a large off white colored piece of construction paper, folded it into fourths. I asked Rhett if he wanted to do something with me. He was game. I told him about Leah's project of drawing something using both hands with our eyes closed. We tried to do this on his table in the living room but Don had the tv so loud we could not remain in the living room. So we got on our bed in our bedroom.
I am not sure he had his eyes closed the entire time while he attempted to draw stick figures because I was so into mine, I didn't look at him. Even my left-handed drawing look more immature than his side. I'd try a few marks, then stop, place my marker where I left off and move the marker more. I really wasn't making anything, especially on the left side. At that moment we stopped closing our eyes and just drew and drew and drew. I definetly made some neat images I really liked on mine on the right side. I took a photo of it this morning and decided to call it "Mother and Son Art". Rhett thought this was so cool. He said he didn't know art could be so much fun. So I was really glad we did this magical project together.
Mine feels like it is incomplete. I am sure I can still work on it some more. Being the perfectionist that I am, I know I will. In fact I add some more black and colored the woman's hair silver which is not in this photo. It reminded me of another piece of artwork I did when I was attempting to make a Christmas present for Steph's and Amanda's home. It is unfinished too which is why I have not made a picture of it in case you were wondering.
May you have found many, many M 's today but I am afraid none of them will compare to my last two M's in my book. I wouldn't trade them for all the money in the world.If you would like to participate in ABC Wednesday,please go to the following:
http://mrsnesbittsplace.blogspot.com/
A close up of my drawing.
~theRAV~
I have had a pack of peanut M & M's on the console of car for days as well as Don's mail he wanted me to mail for him. Its a miracle that the M & M 's haven't melted. I am sure somone else will use
M & M 's today.
I took a lot of cloud photos this week. One of them was of the McDonald's golden arches in the sky, but I refrained from using it here.
I had a complaint about Macy's department store, but changed my mind about voicing it here. Needless to murmur, I have paid off my account and will NOT be shopping at Macy's anymore. Yes, I was that mad. One credit card paid off which is a good thing. One less bill to pay. Yea, Man!
Actually I found the M words rather boring around here and did not want to use most of them. This time I looked in the phone book instead of the dictionary for M words. There I discovered The Mandarin House had moved into the old Mellow Mushroom location. They had the best Mandarin chicken years ago. It made me want some for my midday meal. Maybe I'll just go to Mongolian BBQ instead. Yet I did not want to this post to be about places to have a meal unless it was an outstanding one.
Mostly I wanted this post to be about my mom who I happen to think is THE best mom in the world. She has always made sacrifices for me. Mom has shown me what love is all about. My mom has always been there for me no matter what. Even when my friends and boyfriends failed me for some reason or let me down, mom was always there to pick up the pieces. She is the strongest woman I know which has lead me to be a strong woman as well. She taught me there is nothing I cannot do. I love my mom very, very much. I don't know what I would do without her and dread finding out. So this post is dedicated to my mom.
I thought after writing about my mom, that would be it for my M words, but alas, it is not. Last night there was nothing on tv after 9 pm. Rhett is out on spring break and was a bit bored yesterday. So I had this idea in my mind... I took a large off white colored piece of construction paper, folded it into fourths. I asked Rhett if he wanted to do something with me. He was game. I told him about Leah's project of drawing something using both hands with our eyes closed. We tried to do this on his table in the living room but Don had the tv so loud we could not remain in the living room. So we got on our bed in our bedroom.
I am not sure he had his eyes closed the entire time while he attempted to draw stick figures because I was so into mine, I didn't look at him. Even my left-handed drawing look more immature than his side. I'd try a few marks, then stop, place my marker where I left off and move the marker more. I really wasn't making anything, especially on the left side. At that moment we stopped closing our eyes and just drew and drew and drew. I definetly made some neat images I really liked on mine on the right side. I took a photo of it this morning and decided to call it "Mother and Son Art". Rhett thought this was so cool. He said he didn't know art could be so much fun. So I was really glad we did this magical project together.
Mine feels like it is incomplete. I am sure I can still work on it some more. Being the perfectionist that I am, I know I will. In fact I add some more black and colored the woman's hair silver which is not in this photo. It reminded me of another piece of artwork I did when I was attempting to make a Christmas present for Steph's and Amanda's home. It is unfinished too which is why I have not made a picture of it in case you were wondering.
May you have found many, many M 's today but I am afraid none of them will compare to my last two M's in my book. I wouldn't trade them for all the money in the world.If you would like to participate in ABC Wednesday,please go to the following:
http://mrsnesbittsplace.blogspot.com/
A close up of my drawing.
~theRAV~
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
The Pin & Double Drawing
Not to be showing off my top, but I am in a way... LOL I got this blouse for Mother's Day last year. I usually put my sunglasses where this pin is located and I liked the way it brought the blouse downward. Friday morning even after breaking my little toe for the 3rd or 4th time on the free standing clothes rack in our bedroom, hollering and no one came to see about me, Rhett said he heard me but did not bother to get out of bed. Thanks a lot. I will remember that next time he is crying about a boo boo.
I tried looking for my favorite paisley shaped rhinestone pin my Aunt Pearl gave me years ago, but couldn't find it or the jacket I thought it was on. When I got off work, I went to one of those oriental hair places looking for a pin. They really did not have anything like I wanted. So I explained to the lady sales clerk what I was searching for. She showed me some decorative bobby pins! They had several varying designs and I asked if I could try them on my blouse. She said I could. I couldn't get it to work right so she helped me by folding my blouse up like shearing which I think is the correct term. Some did not show up on the shirt due to the design in it. Then I found THE ONE and this is it... It only cost $1.59 plus tax which was far cheaper than buying a pin. I had just enough cash on me for it so it was fate. I love it when that happens. I was so happy. I may even go back to buy more of them on payday. That is what I do... get obssessed with something.
It was like I had this one idea in my mind and nothing else would do until I found it. Its like a long stretch of black highway leading to that one thing. Like a horse wearing blinders focusing on what is ahead; that one thing; that one pin. I know how I want something to look. I remember doing this with t-shirts with my Aunt Pearl's help. I was the designer, she was the seamstress. So this is another Becky design. It would also be an inexpensive gift for someone.
Yesterday I read Leah's blog where she showed what she'd learned at an Artfest. http://www.creativeeveryday.com/creativeeveryday/2008/04/imaginary-monst.html
So I tried it. I started on a small scale on a yellow sticky note. I used a thick, black Pilot G-2 #10 pen and my favorite Zebra SARASA pen in navy blue 0.7 on the right. Now I am right handed and if I use my left hand, I look like I am learning how to write all over again. LOL My mom used to be ambidexterous so I did not inherit that gene. So you can imagine since my eyes were closed as I doodled this...
I was not real happy with my results, but I could see birds and red hearts so I colored them. As usual I didn't exactly follow the rules - I cheated. I went back and added things with my right hand today. So maybe my art is better if I let it sit overnight. LOL I added squiggly lines, but they created a continuity so hopefully I am forgiven. I saw them as blue waves and went with that. This is my 2nd doodling using these squigglies. It was two separate entities to begin with, but I joined them which I think is a good thing. It is a piece of art that if you turn it another direction, you can see something else. I am not sure if that has a name. Still I created art and that makes me feel good even if it looks like a mess. Of course my eyes are drawn to the blue squiggly waves. It looks a lot better here than it did on my work computer. Go figure. Please see my India Ink Doodle of the day...
http://quoththerav3.blogspot.com/2008/01/india-ink-doodle-of-day.html
to see the similiarities in my swirls.
So I could toot my own horn just for creating some more art today. If you would like to toot your own horn, please go to the following:
Thanks, Anne for preferring my artwork over others. That made my day. Of course you may not prefer this one. LOL
~theRAV~
Monday, April 14, 2008
Finger Tree
Well, I had to go search back for an old shot for today's Odd Shot. I first noticed these trees last year when they were cut back in early March or April. I took several photos with my Minolta because I thought they were odd even back then. I have seen them at several locations this spring. I took this one at night in the parking lot of Chick-Fil-A back when it was still cold. Previously I'd taken it before it was pruned, but never posted that particular photo because it wasn't one of my favorites. This one reminds me of long, thin fingers thus the title. I did re-take another odd one I thought would be a great odd shot ,but it still did not turn out to my liking so I went with this one. Too picky I suppose. Have you noticed a lot of my Odd Shots are of trees?
Since most of you Odd Shots folks participate in Sky Watch Friday, I add a post script to my Sky Watch post.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Nothing At ALL
This is more tape/ink art. I wasn't happy with it. Yesterday I folded it up, thinking it was nothing at all. The song by Air Play was playing over and over in my head, "Making love out of nothing at all..." So that is what I was going to call it. Today I took a close-up photo of it and now I like it much better. So I guess I made something out of nothing at all.
~theRAV~
Ray of Hope
SKY? You wanted sky.... I've got sky! LOL No pink flowers like last week.
Yesterday morning as I was taking my 9 year old son Rhett to school, we both noticed the clouds covering the sun at the same time. He noticed the sun's rays coming through the cloud forming a multitude of sunbeams in differing directions. He said, "a ray of hope" which I thought was an excellant idea coming from a child of his age. I was very proud of him for thinking those thoughts and sharing them with me. It shows his optomism which he gets from me, naturally. Unfortunetly, my camera was in my purse on the back seat where I could not reach for it so it was a missed shot.
But not to disappoint... later there were still clouds abounding when I got off work yesterday. I stopped at McDonald's to get an ice cream cone, knowing I would have a wide open access to these clouds in the unending sky. I took several trying to capture "a ray of hope" as Rhett so aptly put it which I think I did successfully here. So I dedicate this post to my son Rhett for his sweet inspiration yesterday into today.
Now these clouds were not as threatening as they appear here.
Today was beautiful as I walked outside to go to lunch. I just wanted to lift my face up to the white fluffy cloud filled baby blue sky and warm sunshine shining down on me, spread my arms out and soak it all in, but knowing there was a camera watching, I refrained. Still I feel as if I actually did it on the inside of my soul.
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May you have a ray of hope today, tomorrow and always... May you be a ray of hope to someone. Have a great weekend.
~theRAV~
P. S. I let Rhett read this post on Saturday. He was smiling as he read it while slipping into an English accent, reading your kind comments aloud to me. So cute. Just had to share that too.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Thankful Thursday 4/10/08 (Updated)
Today I am thankful for yesterday because we "celebrated" our 14th anniversary! So I am very thankful for my husband who puts up with me!
On the day prior to our anniversary, Don gave me money to buy specific things at Kohl's which I could live with. How cool was that? First I got him the turquoise shirt I'd been eyeballing on a torso manniquin for awhile at JCPenney's. My friend Jimmy sold it to me. I got Don THE perfect card at Big Lots as if stopping there was meant to be. I love it when that happens. I tried on almost every black bra at Kohl's with the exception of the larger 40 DD's and on up! LOL I was only supposed to take in 5 bras at a time, but I had an armful that covered the stool twice over inside the dressing room. Out of all of them, I found one made my Maidenform that had to have been made just for me as it molded perfectly and is comfy too. Don doesn't understand that this is very important. You can't go by looks. The bra was on sale so I was able to buy a new blouse too and had some change left over so I was very, very happy. It doesn't take much for me. Tell me I am not a good shopper.
I wore my new "things" yesterday which made me feel good. I asked Don if we were going out anywhere and he said no because it was work days for both of us; we'd just wait until the weekend. I put in my request to go to Bass Pro Shop - to EAT!!! He has to work at the chuch early Saturday morning, but said we could do that afterwards.
We all went to church. There was another couple who shares our same anniversary date. Jeff stood up at the end of service to ask for prayers on Diane's behalf since she has been married to him for 30 years. It was funny. Maybe I will do that when we reach that point. I'd asked Diane if they would like to come with us to Bass Pro on Saurday.
After the service, we went to the Krystal of all places! It was fine with me because I got chillip pups and was craving hot dogs. We took the food home so we could watch "Criminal Minds". Really Exciting, huh? I guess going to the Krystal on your anniversary means the honeymoon is over. Not hardly! LOL
P.S.
Also I discovered an neat new web site today thanks to my Stampin' Up friend Claudia. I have mentioned her blog in a previous post.
http://stampingincolumbusga.blogspot.com/
Please go www.tickle.com
You can find out which CSI character you are, your email personality and your true color. I learned the hard way, you can answer the questions, but you don't have to do the visa card thing. After you've answered the questions, just click on the red button in the upper right hand corner & your answers should come up. They don't link to a url though.
I am... Sara Sidle which isn't such a bad thing because she and Grissom hit it off until she couldn't take it anymore! It said: "Just like your CSI countpart, you've seen it all, and nothing seems to shake your calm demeanor. You like to play tough, but those who are close to you know that still waters run deep, & you're a real sweetheart inside. Admit it, though you might have a tendency to keep your true feelings under wraps, when you do express yourself people realy see how caring you truly are.
You don't go in for phony sentiments or false kindness - truth is a big deal to you, and you don't often trust people to tell it. Sometimes it's easier to get wrapped up in work" (ART!) "than it is to open up to those who are closest to you. Even though it it's difficult, try to deal with problems when they arise. Running away isn't going to solve anything."
When it comes to email, I am... a Joker. "They say when you laugh, the world laughs with you. If that's the case, then we're all having one giant global chuckle thanks to your funny phrases. We're not sure how you do it, but you seem to have a comedian buried somewhere within.
Between ironic observations, and your gift for gab, your emails probably rise to the top of the list when people see them in their inboxes. Friends probably keep them around as long as they've got space for them. After all, who couldn't use a little levity in the middle of their long workday?"
Horrors! My true color is... BROWN! No, it can't be. Say it isn't so! "You're brown, a credible, stable color that's reminiscent of fine wood, rich leather, and wistful melancholy. Most likely, you're a logical, practical person ruled more by your head than your heart. With your inquisitive mind, and insatiable curiosity, you're probably a great problems solver." (CSI wanna be) "You always gateher all the facts before coming to a timely, informed decision. Easily intrigued, you're constantly finding new ways to challenge your mind," (Bookworm) "whether it's by reading or playing a trivia game (Scrabble Blast). Brown is an impartial,neutral color, which means you tend to see the difference between fact and opinion easily and are open to many points of view. Trustworthy and steady, you are really a brown at heart."
I think I will take it again to see if I am pink. LOL
Today I have been working on another ink art, but it is not really happening for me. I am thinking of calling it "Nothing At All" because it is nothing at all. It does have some repeated patterns such as red hearts. Maybe my heart is just not in it. LOL Maybe I need to try something BROWN!
If you have something to be thankful for today or any Thankful Thursday, please go to the following:
http://www.eph2810.com/
On the day prior to our anniversary, Don gave me money to buy specific things at Kohl's which I could live with. How cool was that? First I got him the turquoise shirt I'd been eyeballing on a torso manniquin for awhile at JCPenney's. My friend Jimmy sold it to me. I got Don THE perfect card at Big Lots as if stopping there was meant to be. I love it when that happens. I tried on almost every black bra at Kohl's with the exception of the larger 40 DD's and on up! LOL I was only supposed to take in 5 bras at a time, but I had an armful that covered the stool twice over inside the dressing room. Out of all of them, I found one made my Maidenform that had to have been made just for me as it molded perfectly and is comfy too. Don doesn't understand that this is very important. You can't go by looks. The bra was on sale so I was able to buy a new blouse too and had some change left over so I was very, very happy. It doesn't take much for me. Tell me I am not a good shopper.
I wore my new "things" yesterday which made me feel good. I asked Don if we were going out anywhere and he said no because it was work days for both of us; we'd just wait until the weekend. I put in my request to go to Bass Pro Shop - to EAT!!! He has to work at the chuch early Saturday morning, but said we could do that afterwards.
We all went to church. There was another couple who shares our same anniversary date. Jeff stood up at the end of service to ask for prayers on Diane's behalf since she has been married to him for 30 years. It was funny. Maybe I will do that when we reach that point. I'd asked Diane if they would like to come with us to Bass Pro on Saurday.
After the service, we went to the Krystal of all places! It was fine with me because I got chillip pups and was craving hot dogs. We took the food home so we could watch "Criminal Minds". Really Exciting, huh? I guess going to the Krystal on your anniversary means the honeymoon is over. Not hardly! LOL
P.S.
Also I discovered an neat new web site today thanks to my Stampin' Up friend Claudia. I have mentioned her blog in a previous post.
http://stampingincolumbusga.blogspot.com/
Please go www.tickle.com
You can find out which CSI character you are, your email personality and your true color. I learned the hard way, you can answer the questions, but you don't have to do the visa card thing. After you've answered the questions, just click on the red button in the upper right hand corner & your answers should come up. They don't link to a url though.
I am... Sara Sidle which isn't such a bad thing because she and Grissom hit it off until she couldn't take it anymore! It said: "Just like your CSI countpart, you've seen it all, and nothing seems to shake your calm demeanor. You like to play tough, but those who are close to you know that still waters run deep, & you're a real sweetheart inside. Admit it, though you might have a tendency to keep your true feelings under wraps, when you do express yourself people realy see how caring you truly are.
You don't go in for phony sentiments or false kindness - truth is a big deal to you, and you don't often trust people to tell it. Sometimes it's easier to get wrapped up in work" (ART!) "than it is to open up to those who are closest to you. Even though it it's difficult, try to deal with problems when they arise. Running away isn't going to solve anything."
When it comes to email, I am... a Joker. "They say when you laugh, the world laughs with you. If that's the case, then we're all having one giant global chuckle thanks to your funny phrases. We're not sure how you do it, but you seem to have a comedian buried somewhere within.
Between ironic observations, and your gift for gab, your emails probably rise to the top of the list when people see them in their inboxes. Friends probably keep them around as long as they've got space for them. After all, who couldn't use a little levity in the middle of their long workday?"
Horrors! My true color is... BROWN! No, it can't be. Say it isn't so! "You're brown, a credible, stable color that's reminiscent of fine wood, rich leather, and wistful melancholy. Most likely, you're a logical, practical person ruled more by your head than your heart. With your inquisitive mind, and insatiable curiosity, you're probably a great problems solver." (CSI wanna be) "You always gateher all the facts before coming to a timely, informed decision. Easily intrigued, you're constantly finding new ways to challenge your mind," (Bookworm) "whether it's by reading or playing a trivia game (Scrabble Blast). Brown is an impartial,neutral color, which means you tend to see the difference between fact and opinion easily and are open to many points of view. Trustworthy and steady, you are really a brown at heart."
I think I will take it again to see if I am pink. LOL
Today I have been working on another ink art, but it is not really happening for me. I am thinking of calling it "Nothing At All" because it is nothing at all. It does have some repeated patterns such as red hearts. Maybe my heart is just not in it. LOL Maybe I need to try something BROWN!
If you have something to be thankful for today or any Thankful Thursday, please go to the following:
http://www.eph2810.com/
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
L is for....
I knew I wanted to start this with a fancy type of the word Love. I have many fancy rubber stamps that say this word Love, but I remembered I was reading this book entitled Love Bites by Lynsay Sands, a vamp author whom I love to read. I was reading this book after Uncle Bert's death, but it wasn't until I got well past the hundredth page that I realized I had already read it when everything was sounding too familiar. I felt like I have Alzheimer's. Because I am getting older, I find I am having to make to-do lists in order to remember everything. Some times I think I am loosing my mind.
I attempted to take a photo of a Liberty gas station sign, but it did not turn out so I deleted it. I did not want to take any pictures of Liquor stores.
I took a photo of this car tag because it began with an L. I think it is d-lish backwards. LOL
I am a Krystal Lover from way back. Rhett was having a cow to have a Krystal icee. Every time we would go inside, their new machine would not be ready and we would have to wait 10 minutes or more. I did not want to wait. He pouted one evening. The third time we waited and I took this last photo because it had the word "Lover" on it.
Yesterday I was behind a Jeep Laredo that had a "Life is good" sticker on the back window. After buying Don's anniversary gift, I stopped at Big Lots in The Landings shopping center to see if they had an anniversary card and they had THE perfect one. This morning I heard one of my all time favorite songs on the radio, "Lowdown" by Boz Scaggs.
Lordy, today is our 14th anniversary! I had a lovely lunch from Subway. I used my other free sub coupon and got a double meat roast beef. I'd bought some Wasabi spread at Big Lots yesterday to go on it.
Live Out Loud. Live Large. Live your life.
If you would like to participate in ABC Wednesday L is for... please go to the following:
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I attempted to take a photo of a Liberty gas station sign, but it did not turn out so I deleted it. I did not want to take any pictures of Liquor stores.
I took a photo of this car tag because it began with an L. I think it is d-lish backwards. LOL
I am a Krystal Lover from way back. Rhett was having a cow to have a Krystal icee. Every time we would go inside, their new machine would not be ready and we would have to wait 10 minutes or more. I did not want to wait. He pouted one evening. The third time we waited and I took this last photo because it had the word "Lover" on it.
Yesterday I was behind a Jeep Laredo that had a "Life is good" sticker on the back window. After buying Don's anniversary gift, I stopped at Big Lots in The Landings shopping center to see if they had an anniversary card and they had THE perfect one. This morning I heard one of my all time favorite songs on the radio, "Lowdown" by Boz Scaggs.
Lordy, today is our 14th anniversary! I had a lovely lunch from Subway. I used my other free sub coupon and got a double meat roast beef. I'd bought some Wasabi spread at Big Lots yesterday to go on it.
Live Out Loud. Live Large. Live your life.
If you would like to participate in ABC Wednesday L is for... please go to the following:
http://mrsnesbittsplace.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
The Intersection
Rhett wanted me to take a photo of him with all his swords so I did. But this now reminds me of "The Intersection" below... with all the crossing lines. This is something Leah talks about on her blog
http://www.creativeeveryday.com/
It is called Synchronicity and I am finding it occuring over and over and again and again in my life.
Last night I went to clean my Pampered Chef stone when I noticed a lady's face on it! How cool is that? My Stone Lady. She sort of reminds me of Prince though.
Today I created some more ink art on a scrap of red paper that got bent because I'd cut out an index size shape probably for "The Boot" I created not long ago. It is a 3"x3.5". Because of all the intersecting lines, I call it "The Intersection". I see a shape at the bottom. A ghost? A spirit? It doesn't bother me. There was even room for my new copyright stamp. I made it in a matter of minutes. But when I look at it at a distance on the blog, it looks sort of like a deer's head behind a fence. Don would like that! That is if he is able to see it. LOL I don't think I was feeling tangled up either.
Because a baby came running into my arms today, because I got complimented on my art and because I have created art lately, I feel like tooting my own horn today. If you would to toot your own horn, please go to the following:
http://mommycommunity.com/index.php/category/this-weeks-toot/
~theRAV~
Monday, April 7, 2008
The Old Me
While going through my uncle's photo albums, I came across this one photo my cousin Ben had of me and him. Ben is on the left. That is his friend Paul on the other side of me. I had a date with Paul to the fair once upon a time. I don't think the photo looks like me yet I love it. I can't get the image out of my mind now. It made me miss my long blonde hair, the young looking skin, the long, red nails since mine keep breaking now. I took a photo of it from Ben's album because I wanted to have a copy of the Poloroid. I sent it out to my closest friends. I only heard back from an aquaintance. He said that is the me he remembers. Can't wait to hear with my close friends say about it.
They all said that is the way they remember me. My friend Patti cracked me up by saying she couldn't find me because she couldn't get past the good looking guys!
P. S. I took this photo to Walmart. Ironically a man who works there was helping another lady with her old photos from the 70's. He decided to "help" me too. Normally I like to do this alone without help as I do everything, but I let him help me. He told the other lady of his years of experience with photography, but I was half-listening, concentrating on what I was doing. He was able to remove the white background so it looks more like an original now.
My Tribute to Uncle Bert
I began this doodling around the time Uncle Bert was dying in the hospital. The little yellow mad face I drew the day he died on 3/28/08. Another friend was having surgery at the same time and was on the ground floor of the same hospital. I used my received stamp because I know he was received in Heaven that day. I'd like to think he was on the Ground Floor of Heaven upon his arrival. Uncle Bert retired twice in his lifetime. First from the army as a Master Sgt. having served in Germany, Korea and Vietnam then years later from a local cleaners after 20 years or service. The shirt just came to be then the wings came after. At 1st I was going to color the wings blue, but didn't care for the color of the blue marker. I changed my mind and colored the shirt with it instead. I need to find a photo of him to fit the shirt. I had all these circles that I filled in with the blue too. Not really sure about them, but they just kept coming as did the black triangles. I don't think I felt like I was going in circles.
My Aunt doesn't really get my art so she would not understand if I gave it to her. Still it is my tribute to my Uncle in my own way. I like it and hope he will too.
P.S. I printed my art work out as a photo at Walmart. The blues look electrical. They pop. In hindsight I probably should have colored more of the triangle shapes in blue so it would have looked more like stained glass. I don't think using white out on them would help because the marker wouldn't be the same shade. I guess I could always try paint.
C ~theRAV~
Odd House
I started to use an old tree shot for Odd Shots Monday today since I did not come across anything really odd over the weekend.
We rented "Alvin & the Chipmunks" and I was returning it this morning on my way to work. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I saw and odd-shaped chimney and remembered there was a very odd-shaped house in the Wynnton area of Columbus, Georgia since some of you have asked where I am. I started to drive on by since I was running later than usual because I stopped for gas. Then I remembered Odd Shots and turned around in another parking lot. I took back roads, parked in a dentist's parking lot. I guess you could say I had a thing for parking lots today! LOL I parked, got out with my trusty camera I don't leave home without now and took three shots. It sounds like I shot a gun. LOL I was getting mostly the tower part, but I wanted the entire house to be seen. I took this last shot as I walked back to my car. It was overcast so it is kind of dark and I rarely turn my flash on now. The dentist had large windows I could see in so I know they could see this crazy lady with a camera if they glanced outside, but they seemed to busy. Maybe I'll take one of the for next time... I had to work for this one but I made it to work just on time.
I'll try to take another view of the house later....
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Friday, April 4, 2008
Sky Watch Friday 4/4/08
These are the flowers that seem to be blooming now all over in Columbus. These were from my parent's front yard. Although they have some salmon pink colored ones as well, these are my favorite. It matches my blog and I am a stickler for matching colors.LOL
There is another home nearby that every bush must be blooming and I want to take a photo of it. It reminds me of Callaway Gardens which is a tourist attraction year round, but especially when the azealas are in bloom. They have a butterfly center too. I provided the link so you can go to it and see for yourself...
http://www.callawaygardens.com/
We have a new Walmart that opened near where I work which may not be a good thing. It may become my new home. LOL I printed photos that I had not done since before Easter. I printed 153 & won't tell you what I spent! I even re-did them thinking I must have hit the wrong button. I was making copies for my myself, my mom, my Aunt who lost her husband, my cousins Ben who lost his dad and our cousin John who came to my Uncle's funeral with his family. I gave mom her copies yesterday and will probably take copies to my aunt and cousin Ben tomorrow or Sunday.
Hope you all have a great Sky Watch weekend. I have already found some L words for ABC Wednesday and am excited about them. If you would like to participate in Sky Watch Friday, please go to the following:
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Thursday, April 3, 2008
I am Thankful for These Guys
Before my Uncle Bert passed away last week, I was so looking forward to doing my Thankful Thursday post because I had so much to be thankful for at that time. I was thankful for this first guy, Tony, who was in a very serious car wreck on New Year's weekend. He had a very badly broken ankle and wrist. Last I heard he was in a wheel chair. Tony is my best friend Genie's son. She told me they were coming down here for spring break to my surprise. Her father in is a wheel chair so I was wondering how she was going to manage. Her daughter Jena was driving over from Montgomery so I knew she'd help.
We tossed around places to met and eat, finally deciding on Logan's Roadhouse since they'd never been to one before. Rhett & I got there early to get a table. So you can imagine my surprise, my feelings when I saw Tony walking across that parking lot! I knew he was a walking miracle. Prayers had been answered on his behalf. Jena made him show me his scars. He has a really bad one on his arm, but it is due to the appliance that looked like a long door handle they had to use to immobilize his arm. I did not see the one on his ankle. As always we had a good time and we took photos. The next day I was sending emails out about Tony's improved condition with zeal and getting good feedbacks praising the Lord. So I was very thankful for Tony being there with us.
Then Easter came and I was thankful for my family as always. For my handsome men in my life. All the photos I took turned out really good of all of us except for me with my eyes closed in the bright sunshine and I was equally thankful for that. I just have not had time to print any of them yet.
My Uncle Bert was slowly going downhill daily as his aggressive brain cancer grew. Last Thursday we were called to hospice. That was one of the hardest things I have had to do is watch him struggling, gasping for breath. My cousin Ben was wonderful throught this whole ordeal as I have stated in my previous posts. So I am very thankful for Ben. Everyone needs someone like him in their lives. I hope you have someone like him.
We know Uncle Bert is square dancing in heaven now and smiled down on us the day of his funeral on April Fool's. He must have blown the rain clouds away that special afternoon spent with his family and mine.
I was tested after the funeral when Ben handed the phone to me. It was his step-sister, my cousin Barb, Uncle Bert's daughter who did not come to her own father's funeral. I did not really want to talk to her. In fact, I couldn't believe I was stuck with the phone he just handed me and left and actually talking to her. I don't really recall what all she said now because I was standing in disbelief. But she is the one who will have to live with herself not me. I need to let this go on go on with my life.
Today I am thankful for all the wonderful emails I received from my loving friends. I feel trully blessed to have such loving friends and to know they really, really do love me. That is an awesome feeling. I told them all this in a reply, letting them know just how much I love them in return and what a blessing they are in my life.
If you have something to be thankful for and would like to participate in Thankful Thursday, please go to the following:
http://www.eph2810.com/
P. S. I am also so thankful for my husband who told me it did not matter what day Uncle Bert's funeral was because he would take off work for it and he did. I don't think I could have loved him more at that point. I thanked him as I broke down and cried. He cried when I did at the funeral too and held onto me; comforting me.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
K is for Kin
Although I am always on the look out for different kinds of things to photograph and I probably could have found a kaledoscope of K's, but due to my Uncle Bert's death, my heart just wasn't in it with my usual spirit and zest.
I collect keys especially old skeleton keys. I have them hanging in my home. I even place keys on our Christmas tree and have been laughed at for doing it by a not so nice person. I believe I must have been a chatelaine in another life, complete with a set of keys to castle dangling from my belt. I was the keeper of keys and still am. Since I got married I complained about the increase in number of keys I have now. The more ornate the keys, the better in my book. I even have a set of jailer's keys.
From the moment I posted my J words last week, I wondered what K words I'd find and use. The first K word that came to my mind was the word kin and how important they are to me. Even more so now. I still had the photos from Easter I had not posted yet or written about. These are the top two and THE most important to me. The key to my existance. So I knew I would use them in my K post.
I did find some K items in the grocery line, but I could only upload these photos of my kin so I figure it was meant to be. It is kismet. Those I found at the grocery were unknown to me and I was excited about them thinking no one else would have any like them in their K posts. I'll save them for next time...
My cousin Ben was so wonderful to his mom during his father's death. I saw a whole loving side to him I'd never seen before. He kept kissing us. I came across this 3rd photo of him that I took with my Minolta many moons ago. I think that photo is the nearest to perfection I have taken. It is one of my favorites of him and I am proud that I took it. Of course Ben has a lot less hair now. LOL So I captured him at his best. A perfect moment in our lives. Ben has a daughter named Kirby. She is the one throwing the ball. After the funeral, I took pictures of his kids and my cousin John's kids who I'd never seen until yesterday. A Kodak Moment.
I had not taken photos at the rosary or the funeral because it just didn't feel right to me. I probably should have because mom's oldest living sister came from Montgomery and it may be her last trip here. But I have no regrets about it. Some of our kin that attended the rosary couldn't come back for the funeral. My Uncle's daughter did not come at all. I could write a book about my kooky kinfolk!
Today I came up with my own Quote of the Day:
There is nothing more important than kin and friends.~Me~
I sent this out as an email this morning & received several Amens back.
I tried to do more tape art, but nothing really worked. It was just not meant to be. I was meant to be with kin and take Kodak moments. I know my Uncle Bert was smiling down on our kinship yesterday and blowing the rain clouds away just as I know he is square dancing in Heaven.
Today I am thankful I am the kind of person and daughter that I am... faithful and true. One who knows the right things to do; one who knows what is important.
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