tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22812445527544552202024-03-21T08:40:38.654-07:00My Painting JourneyRebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-12647566920071284742009-09-11T17:10:00.000-07:002009-09-11T17:15:10.822-07:00In Good Company<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUpaKR3Rdre0BSmgIDjtI3yBfPh-u61uYGpyclxrpxhMZf8eceOxYdC4zmHISa4J4sAXe3ATGj2paKYjqaKOdpeZjh1JFyLRf5WI6Hc7miRQl6p-3oJjk92BfDRSGX02iLgsUZB-NcK1U/s1600-h/In+Good++Company.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUpaKR3Rdre0BSmgIDjtI3yBfPh-u61uYGpyclxrpxhMZf8eceOxYdC4zmHISa4J4sAXe3ATGj2paKYjqaKOdpeZjh1JFyLRf5WI6Hc7miRQl6p-3oJjk92BfDRSGX02iLgsUZB-NcK1U/s400/In+Good++Company.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380367811255573282" /></a><br />It is that time of summer when the days are long with lots of sunshine. With all the summer activities, special functions and parties, I must admit I have to take time out and find my special space over in the side yard where no one else ever goes. An old painted hat, a glass of wine, pink petunias growing in weed filled wooden boxes, butterflies, and Mr. Sunshine are what I call being in good company.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-56090246409022109832009-08-31T11:27:00.000-07:002009-08-31T11:33:20.660-07:00Ode to the Pear<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvO6V5YcLz0nANhribCRRGmGzijcxaLxl3NnJF8HcFNrFdHS4i3fi02qyr6eerthZUQ62NYZTlXnQnTPsC9dVfIfnLZzO8fftCLIXbBXW8ZRr2P0S5-qPQQKvC61dvfu1ICpvQFrgN5Cg/s1600-h/Ode+to+the+Pear.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvO6V5YcLz0nANhribCRRGmGzijcxaLxl3NnJF8HcFNrFdHS4i3fi02qyr6eerthZUQ62NYZTlXnQnTPsC9dVfIfnLZzO8fftCLIXbBXW8ZRr2P0S5-qPQQKvC61dvfu1ICpvQFrgN5Cg/s400/Ode+to+the+Pear.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376197800060393842" /></a><br />My childhood brings memory of the pear. My grandmother had a large pear tree behind her house where I was welcome to have its fresh fruit. We often ate pear salad on Sundays. But the best was my mothers homemade pear preserves. They were always very sweet and a little crunchy when eaten with butter on a biscuit. Pear green is one of my favorite colors. Also, green pears are very lovely when placed next to red pears in a fruit bowl.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-34301484042268724052009-08-26T11:00:00.001-07:002009-08-26T11:01:03.411-07:00Dreamscape<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSmsCj0pcCudkQcynJz23a97Wqg1ob9-LEqrrv4iyzqjMRqOAgd8xPhqD65RdT8dOZyDG-1yS-wMkaULWRxVkiA5WlaM2IfyNLit5IUeug3MTMFSVN8TAcXHKN8PIGghc0Rcbts-r_sts/s1600-h/Dreamscape.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSmsCj0pcCudkQcynJz23a97Wqg1ob9-LEqrrv4iyzqjMRqOAgd8xPhqD65RdT8dOZyDG-1yS-wMkaULWRxVkiA5WlaM2IfyNLit5IUeug3MTMFSVN8TAcXHKN8PIGghc0Rcbts-r_sts/s320/Dreamscape.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374334060892560626" /></a>Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-45037380185753816222009-08-26T10:59:00.000-07:002009-08-26T11:00:24.801-07:00My Cousin's Attic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Vr-puv2YBrME4boSkxMeLtiuh8hTWGG_dCRxuKYoRho5rIVT2OvhDEkaT-fn0ccRnBysYeOmrZlFgCvOwTbI1blZNumpl1qv_cJKXwS92ud8i9i9laM4Euy3SHw-u7knBP8NH0Xku_A/s1600-h/My+Cousin%27s+Attic.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Vr-puv2YBrME4boSkxMeLtiuh8hTWGG_dCRxuKYoRho5rIVT2OvhDEkaT-fn0ccRnBysYeOmrZlFgCvOwTbI1blZNumpl1qv_cJKXwS92ud8i9i9laM4Euy3SHw-u7knBP8NH0Xku_A/s320/My+Cousin%27s+Attic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374333887301310114" /></a>Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-10381929489248842772009-08-20T18:24:00.000-07:002009-08-20T18:25:48.966-07:00Cupcake Factory<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOqZAQclbmKGsoG2lIB1VK-flOfBJGCA77A8vwy8RrPmZ_YSNYopda-6ph9JqRczF264xYRex-u14wm0RQSxHuHzSORLvDDW7VatqEPmngiAUorjGcHYj1tI1fuzM6sYwhzokW9c6EBOg/s1600-h/Cupcake+Factory.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOqZAQclbmKGsoG2lIB1VK-flOfBJGCA77A8vwy8RrPmZ_YSNYopda-6ph9JqRczF264xYRex-u14wm0RQSxHuHzSORLvDDW7VatqEPmngiAUorjGcHYj1tI1fuzM6sYwhzokW9c6EBOg/s400/Cupcake+Factory.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372222158215966018" /></a>Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-25707383567313653472009-08-17T14:38:00.000-07:002009-08-17T14:42:24.389-07:00Green Moon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgim8b6iSncJPfLnF1Z-JjiK-gkecO51zsSH3iCUjQy1w64aH1YE16aAyCyVFSinmf6qxiPd1FYODyacsQQgXE1CfjENrlRyWiO7qHAZFlVWYmyUA9s64cxRpTZFV4d0y-52ys12mZiZMw/s1600-h/Green+Moon.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgim8b6iSncJPfLnF1Z-JjiK-gkecO51zsSH3iCUjQy1w64aH1YE16aAyCyVFSinmf6qxiPd1FYODyacsQQgXE1CfjENrlRyWiO7qHAZFlVWYmyUA9s64cxRpTZFV4d0y-52ys12mZiZMw/s320/Green+Moon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371051300128345234" /></a><br />Only once every seven years, the moon above my uncle's village appears to be green for 21 days. be night, everyone watches as shapes and objects appear above houses that either seem to rising out of or lowering into houses.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-76452714939273594512009-08-17T10:56:00.000-07:002009-08-17T14:53:10.270-07:00The Wishing Tree<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeL6O9FKx9xbHdTHtHaYjbwMlP4_Aw070NvsybTqOVdkvk-FGBSyZr4fyO7JZNSfchhviHKQaumYquqmZQJCihzN7l0J21uv36ciKpOgGhMigt_cxzbPNMn6WtSJV6vL6F2GU_rgoZuuE/s1600-h/The+Wisihing+Tree.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeL6O9FKx9xbHdTHtHaYjbwMlP4_Aw070NvsybTqOVdkvk-FGBSyZr4fyO7JZNSfchhviHKQaumYquqmZQJCihzN7l0J21uv36ciKpOgGhMigt_cxzbPNMn6WtSJV6vL6F2GU_rgoZuuE/s400/The+Wisihing+Tree.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370995913281990226" /></a><br />It's a place far out into the country where only a few people live. One must know exactly where to turn on the dirt road that winds back into the forest. There stands a large old tree that flowers pink blossoms all year round. Near the tree on the ground is a collection of old pottery and bowls. I have heard stories of a sacred red bowl. One can sit beneath the big tree, hold the bowl with both hands and concentrate on deep wishes and desires. When the heart is sincere enough, objects begin to appear inside the bowl turning bright orange. At the same time, pink blossoms shower down into the bowl. They say this profound illusion has a lingering effect that lasts for about six months and during this time, If you make a wish you will receive manifestations of his or her heartfelt desires.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-60475336102176666532009-08-07T06:40:00.000-07:002009-08-10T17:42:03.195-07:00Good Neighbors<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG8kfoGwf8dL9pAidmxCQyGQV_vl5gat03eDjuTkN0rjP6VsFI4wVqwlMAMqTO1_fP1CUB0cKNxixD2Z5GHjXOatVmJzqcqcvHFagEfCiWu87WT2zVeffcYI0DYItOLLZJ9kIMQkwQDO4/s1600-h/Good+Neighbors.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG8kfoGwf8dL9pAidmxCQyGQV_vl5gat03eDjuTkN0rjP6VsFI4wVqwlMAMqTO1_fP1CUB0cKNxixD2Z5GHjXOatVmJzqcqcvHFagEfCiWu87WT2zVeffcYI0DYItOLLZJ9kIMQkwQDO4/s320/Good+Neighbors.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367217201500049650" /></a><br />I noticed in my backyard that a cardinal family and a wren family were living in the same tree. Sharing is so positive!Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-28814003841630327462009-08-07T06:31:00.000-07:002009-08-07T06:39:17.684-07:00Birdhouses<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW8cOMQAUJEcPNFitk57LE8lMAKdZ_jt2BsIwIG430pSYqC8IHEeB22nH4fFR61vZC7nlpz2tzaGl7OwgWVKtrX6Bx_fX5sgt15SZCtAcM0yo6zDEXEzuYr0jraxayO5f0yEAJ2lPRIV8/s1600-h/Birdhouses.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW8cOMQAUJEcPNFitk57LE8lMAKdZ_jt2BsIwIG430pSYqC8IHEeB22nH4fFR61vZC7nlpz2tzaGl7OwgWVKtrX6Bx_fX5sgt15SZCtAcM0yo6zDEXEzuYr0jraxayO5f0yEAJ2lPRIV8/s320/Birdhouses.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367215948647797618" /></a><br />A wonderful friend and I were discussing new ways to paint birdhouses and butterfly houses. Sometimes answers manifest in my abstract paintings.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-28656480239066593592009-08-06T17:09:00.000-07:002009-08-07T06:46:20.365-07:00Have a Good Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBQdnK7vZlFH4B5Qx8cJsHU7XucIx4ctZCtUFnC3ZG8EHg-_t8Zyldq9vIJOC6Kp_npj7Al3Qwkj6aw8KhxGc3lRb7o7rpwDZ_kYW7RbcmmSlNpYs3an6cAbx8HUC9P-49c10Rudtdz64/s1600-h/Have+a+Good+Day.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBQdnK7vZlFH4B5Qx8cJsHU7XucIx4ctZCtUFnC3ZG8EHg-_t8Zyldq9vIJOC6Kp_npj7Al3Qwkj6aw8KhxGc3lRb7o7rpwDZ_kYW7RbcmmSlNpYs3an6cAbx8HUC9P-49c10Rudtdz64/s320/Have+a+Good+Day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367007715434478674" /></a><br />I love to remind others to have a good day or a wonderful afternoon because sometimes we forget.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-75511125046240173962009-08-02T07:20:00.000-07:002009-08-04T14:13:52.133-07:00Vision<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf-U1vP4o3JoSH184u5MALtR0oMZcvNPGC_nYP0WQG_ziawSmO0CT05RmsEHjorRRmM1pNXAZa3yYkBjlbfLMMtougXObEFL33d2TWWoUrzFNlrnQhZVrjmaJ7w9zAw3ehVqAJc-elZGI/s1600-h/Vision.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf-U1vP4o3JoSH184u5MALtR0oMZcvNPGC_nYP0WQG_ziawSmO0CT05RmsEHjorRRmM1pNXAZa3yYkBjlbfLMMtougXObEFL33d2TWWoUrzFNlrnQhZVrjmaJ7w9zAw3ehVqAJc-elZGI/s320/Vision.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365371459132618626" /></a><br />Sometimes between sleep and awake, I have visions that may appear to have profound messages. Recently, in one particular vision, a wise man surrounded by a lot of energy appeared. He was carrying a basket, a large blue feather, a large white feather, and a dark blue blanket which he placed by my side. Then he handed me an envelope, smiled, then the vision was suddenly over.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-62155288330852320642009-08-02T07:17:00.000-07:002009-08-06T09:58:37.373-07:00dancing fog<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4hnKJCWnZb85rwYGexAcWodGnMD4M8x3HP7mJKwovawXlI5G0KJklxq7vU1qetrkFcuxjGRr-7FvyOjwJTOcsJROd71XTEg9LCRlJdaEpveAPKmYNjhIw3NPlb-JktaBuf1miNmsgys/s1600-h/Dancing+Fog.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4hnKJCWnZb85rwYGexAcWodGnMD4M8x3HP7mJKwovawXlI5G0KJklxq7vU1qetrkFcuxjGRr-7FvyOjwJTOcsJROd71XTEg9LCRlJdaEpveAPKmYNjhIw3NPlb-JktaBuf1miNmsgys/s320/Dancing+Fog.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365371199470034786" /></a><br />While visiting my friend who lives in the mountains, we fancied taking moonlight walks. One evening I will never forget. We were delayed with our midnight stroll, due to having to attend a meeting. While on our usual path, we noticed lights beginning to shine and brighten from an area nearby. We were able to keep on the walking path while drawing closer to the light. Crouched behind trees we encountered something very strange up around a huge and unusual house. A fog seemed to float right in and gather up around the house then spiral upward in carious places. It was as if the fog was dancing. Tiny orbs filtered about while the fog gre and lit up the sky. My friend seemed afraid and ran home after not being able to speak. I was amazed and stayed for the whole show.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-83813257085425322472009-07-31T14:35:00.000-07:002009-08-06T10:00:39.902-07:00Holes that let the Sunshine In<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgvjyTVWup2Dx0sCksjS0tgBXrC383tw_dljEY1nXWvI6PQTZIdeJrRyubUCdhXyhnvh9DDr7fBaJAbiQVkOxG4a0Gjz9KYD0Q2RHG2vIJ3-uh2ftInn2x1s0dcftJmjecy8eJoqHKHQ/s1600-h/Holes+that+let+the+Sunshine+In.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgvjyTVWup2Dx0sCksjS0tgBXrC383tw_dljEY1nXWvI6PQTZIdeJrRyubUCdhXyhnvh9DDr7fBaJAbiQVkOxG4a0Gjz9KYD0Q2RHG2vIJ3-uh2ftInn2x1s0dcftJmjecy8eJoqHKHQ/s400/Holes+that+let+the+Sunshine+In.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364741382357613634" /></a><br />There are times when holes are great especially when they allow the sunshine in on really cold days.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-59807694513137638512009-07-29T08:37:00.000-07:002009-07-29T08:43:25.670-07:00My Little Friend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRXGNokk6pfLYGOR8oIe5S4UTtzC_Uns65CbLSiM5TrDzcbwG3q-f6aTjCVgNbOpJp9Sjo2yRcTD1UhJAKDdyT0f8XjAYlPnPyz4QK1UWKhDNZm1Nz8QX_iY_tMJzVG_X65IRe3-AluH8/s1600-h/My+Little+Friend.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRXGNokk6pfLYGOR8oIe5S4UTtzC_Uns65CbLSiM5TrDzcbwG3q-f6aTjCVgNbOpJp9Sjo2yRcTD1UhJAKDdyT0f8XjAYlPnPyz4QK1UWKhDNZm1Nz8QX_iY_tMJzVG_X65IRe3-AluH8/s320/My+Little+Friend.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363908198240539186" /></a><br />Each evening a small owl perches in a tree just outside my dining room window. He gazes into my world with its lights and friendly dinners going on. When I dine alone, I move next to the window and linger there to spend more time with my little friend.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-78547712554819467042009-07-27T19:56:00.000-07:002009-07-28T17:12:33.419-07:00Sacred Waters<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBgcIc_HYX4T5fQcuiq5P1Bu0_hbRDwPR9qfjd6gYTjp-Iep6KeAF7odEWHPRxb5Wj1JO_VQbSlrg96PK-SdiyqXLLNqJvUTNtIZFNlSR_sXknZHuKIMxuLT8s3Dl3cktCVquJhVoFph4/s1600-h/Sacred+Waters.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBgcIc_HYX4T5fQcuiq5P1Bu0_hbRDwPR9qfjd6gYTjp-Iep6KeAF7odEWHPRxb5Wj1JO_VQbSlrg96PK-SdiyqXLLNqJvUTNtIZFNlSR_sXknZHuKIMxuLT8s3Dl3cktCVquJhVoFph4/s400/Sacred+Waters.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363339860982935202" border="0" /></a><br />Atop a mountain, the water cascades smoothly over terraces and comes to rest peacefully and still just beyond the rock wall. It's a sacred location hardly known to mankind. Unusual entrances above ground lead down to homes below where residence live inside the mountain. Some say they swim often in the water and they never look old.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-73067058040741069012009-07-24T09:59:00.000-07:002009-07-24T10:03:02.347-07:00Her Own Design<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilO4OdxC6LJXnn5EIBGk4gDyO39dabShyphenhyphenQ2-b10VAjU55z1QBByozBruMe6NTh4hIRW7B-Onsmhyendv_eEnI8-JbJZWJ0LgH2qDb2CzAx5pnrXDWmE0rcuy-jICEWnP5i923qVLPaLz8/s1600-h/P7240053.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilO4OdxC6LJXnn5EIBGk4gDyO39dabShyphenhyphenQ2-b10VAjU55z1QBByozBruMe6NTh4hIRW7B-Onsmhyendv_eEnI8-JbJZWJ0LgH2qDb2CzAx5pnrXDWmE0rcuy-jICEWnP5i923qVLPaLz8/s320/P7240053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362073296369902674" /></a><br />Jane had been entering the "Original Design" contest in her hometown for the past 14 years. She had never won, not even an honorable mention. This year would be different for Jane felt she needed to create her design much larger and elaborate to get attention. Well, she made heads turn and heard an overwhelming comments. So Jane finally won her Grand Prize.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-32724691366675866352009-07-23T18:06:00.000-07:002009-07-23T18:10:12.783-07:00Owl House<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW8AwVURzXbxvK3afTka2HgxDuEMWUYJFtieb_66GcYFRh9QZyA3wcJuMMgxWGd5EkCVbxFGmJRKoFLO-TlKYCDi7qBUdkLQ4L5vhsq5rLVvg0oxOLMIctOCuRVfWyxD10CPAxrgaly5M/s1600-h/Owl+House.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW8AwVURzXbxvK3afTka2HgxDuEMWUYJFtieb_66GcYFRh9QZyA3wcJuMMgxWGd5EkCVbxFGmJRKoFLO-TlKYCDi7qBUdkLQ4L5vhsq5rLVvg0oxOLMIctOCuRVfWyxD10CPAxrgaly5M/s320/Owl+House.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361827751310672946" /></a><br />Tree dwellers are migrants. Whenever there is rain or snow or really cold weather, they must give up their home and head south. But when the trees have longer seasonal time, they do keep their leaves (like in Florida). I imagine that tree dwellers may have elaborate homes.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-15589998072294067972009-07-22T17:11:00.000-07:002009-07-22T17:15:01.103-07:00The Floor<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivF4fRcDJFjWgL1DzkVogFXd3ekH3fD-AV2rdxRmqzrRxmZZHAnGyIZJ_mmZv3o-odV-IJhslSKCWkqqBx3e1kDgFsp2Ky7R4VY-mIAbCakrIHlqccrD0bkuj2KcOHm-ior-w65brD9yg/s1600-h/The+Floor.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivF4fRcDJFjWgL1DzkVogFXd3ekH3fD-AV2rdxRmqzrRxmZZHAnGyIZJ_mmZv3o-odV-IJhslSKCWkqqBx3e1kDgFsp2Ky7R4VY-mIAbCakrIHlqccrD0bkuj2KcOHm-ior-w65brD9yg/s320/The+Floor.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361442440151376610" /></a><br />My friend saved money money by purchasing mix and match tiles on sale when she needed to re-tile her den floor. Due to a lighting issue, the dark tiles really changed the ambiance since the furniture was also dark.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-43228175653282316912009-07-20T09:44:00.000-07:002009-07-20T09:59:41.701-07:00Quilt Dreams<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-UtbCtOrsP8pDFbHPo4XpoVrzfWwkRdnr1gUuRg0rkptlInZ-gg2j-3XMTB8nUVKfi4glwgLzvFiDT1tmis2YvuWxso2Yn6vSSw5O5SRtC1PuQvuGUZ_775A_rAvZEa8q9lqYX3FkT_g/s1600-h/Quilt+Dreams.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-UtbCtOrsP8pDFbHPo4XpoVrzfWwkRdnr1gUuRg0rkptlInZ-gg2j-3XMTB8nUVKfi4glwgLzvFiDT1tmis2YvuWxso2Yn6vSSw5O5SRtC1PuQvuGUZ_775A_rAvZEa8q9lqYX3FkT_g/s400/Quilt+Dreams.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360588021778020930" /></a><br /><br />When I was young, my family and I were invited to a great aunts house for a big holiday celebration. Members of my mother's family arrived with lots of pot luck food and someone brought the biggest turkey that I had ever seen. We all ate and celebrated with music and singing the rest of the day. Children were allowed to participate until midnight. I was given a small bed in the corner of a big teal green room. The bed was covered with a very strange homemade quilt. Once the light was turned off and the door was shut, the room suddenly became quite creepy. I became plagued with noises from the house including snoring from people who were already asleep. I wrapped myself in the quilt so that it completely covered my head to drown out the atmosphere. I became warm and had wonderful dreams that night which I have always felt was because of the very strange quilt.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-71197950013877873332009-07-18T07:03:00.000-07:002009-07-18T07:05:30.501-07:00Many Facets of the day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsTkI5A5IVAh7YdPTiuab0CGJXb86mlYd_2TSxG6v1fCQMyZuNnyk_9WxNZifj6qtMOKEDvvG3R0WoTzWG7j14k0Ah-BgOI8q4gb6nj-eHnPhaPiksgKu8MnAq8OMIlPDlIPjGsrEFllw/s1600-h/Many+Facets+of+a+Day.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsTkI5A5IVAh7YdPTiuab0CGJXb86mlYd_2TSxG6v1fCQMyZuNnyk_9WxNZifj6qtMOKEDvvG3R0WoTzWG7j14k0Ah-BgOI8q4gb6nj-eHnPhaPiksgKu8MnAq8OMIlPDlIPjGsrEFllw/s320/Many+Facets+of+a+Day.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359801028386672450" /></a><br />I often have days that seem like a multi-cut gem with things to do, places to go, and people to see.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-46853924934307608792009-07-18T07:00:00.000-07:002009-07-18T07:03:30.774-07:00Orbs Incoming<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHibXHJGQIO4JuiM8UE9qw4FJGAPYIhewV5-aU69JQCWOsDhSQpPbcK5nvRshknsVfP0BkagUWX6O3gYj_NcQDiQxq8Q-PXOqy20W3w20YWdelJ1V23rZLL5SEK1d_EkcqHaqOnyPHD9g/s1600-h/Orbs+In+Coming.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHibXHJGQIO4JuiM8UE9qw4FJGAPYIhewV5-aU69JQCWOsDhSQpPbcK5nvRshknsVfP0BkagUWX6O3gYj_NcQDiQxq8Q-PXOqy20W3w20YWdelJ1V23rZLL5SEK1d_EkcqHaqOnyPHD9g/s320/Orbs+In+Coming.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359800464019766290" /></a><br />Small orbs are drawn into an inviting energy during the midday. They are escorted by the sun.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-18828358020247886142009-07-17T10:37:00.000-07:002009-07-17T10:39:41.407-07:00My Abstract Glasses<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPV0dskU-8GMQSxSl27Pkg7knnZoGS2tUPcHXvgW3G7yISBP59fjj2Ueimb38GXKLiFBKW3JlKGZ-_IoRr9rxUjzXWX6R1wybLzxKVm9bdpXBy55i1Dbw4UmwOosp82hXGGNZ5VQDuq0g/s1600-h/Abstract+Glasses.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPV0dskU-8GMQSxSl27Pkg7knnZoGS2tUPcHXvgW3G7yISBP59fjj2Ueimb38GXKLiFBKW3JlKGZ-_IoRr9rxUjzXWX6R1wybLzxKVm9bdpXBy55i1Dbw4UmwOosp82hXGGNZ5VQDuq0g/s400/Abstract+Glasses.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359485122040980962" /></a><br />I have worn glasses most of my life and I see things differently than most people so painting in abstract fits me perfectly.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-49608852695082851202009-07-15T06:39:00.000-07:002009-07-15T06:42:29.471-07:00Be Bold<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYdcF1gT97Jg0x7qHmR-gzugDQvbrRKA-bNf70W6T2L1bRfLG_RerHmKyvfKMcsLF4OVfmV1MQRqGMsbxqkVnxr21LL1xeVtD5x4FcXMcYJ39zwlQcBbidj5Gyqdj9yn1WYs30U90GKkw/s1600-h/Be+Bold.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYdcF1gT97Jg0x7qHmR-gzugDQvbrRKA-bNf70W6T2L1bRfLG_RerHmKyvfKMcsLF4OVfmV1MQRqGMsbxqkVnxr21LL1xeVtD5x4FcXMcYJ39zwlQcBbidj5Gyqdj9yn1WYs30U90GKkw/s400/Be+Bold.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358681831741633058" /></a><br />Go forth and fulfill and love what you do as you work faithfully toward your dreams and inner visions. It does not get handed to you on a silver platter. A spiritual message of encouragement to do what we love and really work at what we truly love.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-24964596108179347492009-07-15T06:36:00.000-07:002009-07-15T06:39:17.722-07:00Troubled Waters<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt_IEnySxZvAxCdtSrr0PyCltNjbIpEMFdziFH8Dtzw-7UXPj7nIXtOhvORIHSoLHyy3OaMjq50Q0zDubHNmygKw7S8A8C5FieJvaa74Zzc8YOoH__4Bk0rtOM3JygWA4Drt8R0d0rO28/s1600-h/Rough+Waters.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt_IEnySxZvAxCdtSrr0PyCltNjbIpEMFdziFH8Dtzw-7UXPj7nIXtOhvORIHSoLHyy3OaMjq50Q0zDubHNmygKw7S8A8C5FieJvaa74Zzc8YOoH__4Bk0rtOM3JygWA4Drt8R0d0rO28/s320/Rough+Waters.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358681012760902834" /></a><br />The shadows of the wallpaper magically moved and flickered about causing shape which looked like ships that almost capsized in waters of green, pink, yellow, green, brown, and black.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281244552754455220.post-44638544438969188572009-07-10T15:34:00.000-07:002009-07-10T15:39:55.047-07:00Owl Friend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUO8IF0PqtIkwdIs3My9-jd0mqIJ9ct3qMpi-_DQHTwysYCiVPxfxONML4C9lcnTSsmB7wzVFoKfzMnaWAEHWbk2huQn9iQMek4DGO7q098EW7AjVdzz0buY7vYcAenvpW35RxfCGsqtE/s1600-h/P7100056.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUO8IF0PqtIkwdIs3My9-jd0mqIJ9ct3qMpi-_DQHTwysYCiVPxfxONML4C9lcnTSsmB7wzVFoKfzMnaWAEHWbk2huQn9iQMek4DGO7q098EW7AjVdzz0buY7vYcAenvpW35RxfCGsqtE/s400/P7100056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356964913554513234" /></a><br />The owl first visited a large oak tree in my back yard. A few days later she returned with two smaller owls and they stayed in the big oak tree. I sat out on the back porch every evening just to listen to the mother owl with her "who, who, who". I felt that she was acknowledging that she knew I was there. I considered them to be good neighbors. "Who" would have known.Rebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18214630922712476164noreply@blogger.com0