Waking up early I thought of the Milky Way in the summer sky. The night before our family was identifying constellations on a warm night in Southern France. What could I draw on? I found some newspapers near the fireplace. Using a stick and some India Ink I sketched how I remembered the sky. This morning I was looking through some of my photographs and came across this one. Posting this image today seems apropos.
The deer were hungry after the fire. Their ribs were showing. A couple of deer, followed by their babies, cautiously walked up to me. The buck appeared. I sat right down under a tree where I was standing. Rummaging though charcoal where a campfire had warmed the family during a summer visit, I found a stick and started to draw. A dozen sketches were made in one sitting. I’m thinking of making a book to sell at a reasonable price or to give away as presents to my friends. I could use a professional printing service or I could take the drawings to a copy store and have some books spiral bound for me. The other idea would be to create a book online. Any ideas? What do you think? How could I sell the Artists Books? Making the art is my thing. Marketing my art should be left to the experts in their field. As always, click on one of the images to enlarge.
This post is for Brad and his loving family.
Nothing better than sittin high up on a stool close to the band
letting the sounds and sights guide my hand.
Lines become figures as my pen mimics
the scene in front of me.
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Lyrics to top 20 country music songs
Spire of Vrouwekerk – click on image to enlarge
The light sprinkling of rain had stopped. At dusk, the sky turned an extraordinary blue. Light settled on the buildings creating a night of wonder for our overnight stay in Bruges. We walked in awe, our faces looking up at the sky mixing with buildings from the 12th century on. When darkness settled, we found a restaurant on the canal where we ate dinner and talked about the beauty of this old city.
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“Don’t go to Bruges in the summertime – too many tourists.” I kept hearing this while planning our trip to Europe. But, I was in Belgium and the time was now. We decided to go see Bruges at night when the crowds had dispersed. It was raining when we got off the train in the medieval 13th century town. By the time we arrived at our hotel the rain had stopped. Outside our window, sparkling white swans glided down the canal. We walked around Bruges before stopping for some dinner somewhere along our way. As, always, click on image to enlarge the photograph.
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After Rousseau’s Sleeping Gypsy
Warm breath
soft nose
nuzzled against my cheek.
Secure under the watch of my friend
I dream of a place faraway
crowded
lush
large leaves
animals peeking out.
Is it scary in there?
Or am I supposed
to say
“Oh, that is lovely.”
