One of my favorite dramatic lighting conditions is what we have been having the past few weeks: a dark and threatening sky as a backdrop, with a bright, sunny foreground. In this case, the sailboat might want to get to port as quickly as possible. After our big Florida drought, we should be thankful for all the rainstorms.
My granddaughter is an adult now, but I painted this when she was a child and very attached to her bunny. It went everywhere with her. She was so funny and so happy-go-lucky, she kept me laughing. I miss those days.
The Natchez Trace is a beautiful highway that once was a trail tracing back through 10,000 years of American history. We discovered Meriweather Lewis's grave on the Trace, at the site of the inn where he died. There is little traffic and no big trucks on this road that stretches from Nashville to Natchez. It is an American gem.
This collage is made entirely of paper torn from magazines and fixed to a canvas panel with liquid medium. It makes me think of a summertime barbecue. I must thank my friend Fay Picardi for finding all those beautiful pink pictures in a fashion magazine. They were perfect for my watermelon.
of my favorite places I've ever visited is Venice. Its ancient beauty
is the stuff of dreams. The only vehicles are boats, including fire,
trash, buses, and commuter vehicles. Where else do you see office
workers carrying briefcases and standing in a gondola?
This is my dad's
cousin Florence Chumbecos, who was a chorus girl on Broadway. I had a
couple of her publicity shots but didn't know her last name. My cousin
Vicki, who lives in Virginia, discovered our side of the family a couple years ago. She never knew we existed, and we have been solving
genealogical mysteries via emails to each other. Neither of us knew
Florence's last name, but Vicki found it through some detective work,
and she found an article written by Florence about dancing with Fred
Astaire. It was just like the movies: the lead dancer got sick, Florence
filled in and danced in the role for a year. Mr. Astaire was just like
you'd think--the nicest of men. Here is the article: http://trove.nla.gov.au/ndp/del/article/23
Is this too dramatic? I was so excited when I saw those rays and that bright red color that my husband pulled over so I could take a picture. Florida sunsets are amazing. Florida now has more people than New York. Our secret is out.
Appreciation is a wonderful thing. It makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well.