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| How can time
fly by so fast? A day still takes 24 hours by the clock, but, then,
why is it that when the sun goes down it is too soon? When the clock
radio comes on in the morning, it is too early? The needs of the
day consume the daylight and then it is dark again. I'm not complaining.
I relish the hours speeding by. The accomplished tasks leap exponentially.
I've spent most of the summer in my yard, yanking weeds, destroying blackberry
roots, building rock walled gardens, and planting, pruning, watering, and,
well, you get the picture. That is the reason, of course, for all
the time spent in the yard. I will paint the scenes of flowers, walls
and trees and publish them so you can enjoy the pictures. Happy summer!
Next issue: Stolen Art, Stolen Money
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Driving The Backroads
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| A recent interest in
Americana has taken my husband and I on new backroad adventures.
On a drive to Eastern Washington, (Palouse country) we discovered a working
windmill. We stopped alongside the road and I photographed and sketched
the windmill and surrounding hills, making notes and locking the scene
into my memory. Thus began a quest for more windmills
"I spotted an old,colorful windmill
in the distance."
On a winding mountain road from the Oregon
coast to Eugene, I spotted an old, colorful windmill in the distance.
Again, we pulled over and I thoroughly researched the subject.
California held a fascinating farm with windmill, sheds, barn and mailboxes.
Those were the beginnings of the backroad journeys. Leaving the busy
four lane highways, we have discovered covered bridges, pastures of sheep,
herds of cows and horses grazing in quiet
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meadows. There are elk and deer that barely
lift their magnificent heads to glance at intruders. We have taken
the time to wind up and down, around and around on a mountainous road to
find an obscure lighthouse at the end.
"I am excited about old buildings,
Victorian homes, old farm implements"
As we continue our backroads adventures we
find research material on various other subjects as well. I am excited
about old buildings, Victorian homes, old farm implements, boats, harbors
and people. I'll always paint the sea and it's surroundings, but
I can't help being enchanted by whatever subject pops up on a backroads
trip around the next corner of my world.
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