Monday, February 12, 2007
A small picture of this subject used to hang over the sofa in my Grandmother's house when I was a child. I was always infatuated with it. I don't know if it is a well known picture/painting or whether it was just something she liked and framed. It looked old at the time! (and I'm 53!) :-) Anyway, my father borrowed it from her back in the late 60's and copied it (painted it) for his art class. It is not a large painting...I'd estimate about 8 inches tall by 14 inches wide. It is still one of my favorites. If anyone knows anything about the original...I'd sure enjoy hearing from you. (If it was done by a known artist) The one that used to hang on my Grandmother's wall is now gone and no one seems to know where it went! I'm glad my father copied it!
Sunday, February 11, 2007
On Saturday, Feb. 10th, my brother and sister-in-law invited me to go down to the Shorline at Lake Michigan with them. They were going to Chequer's Pub there for a late lunch - early dinner as they serve wonderful Fish & Chips. On the way down it was dark and snowy. I had my camera along with me and snapped a shot of the sun breaking through the snow clouds.
At the Lake shore we drove down Lakeshore Drive. The waves on Lake Michigan had frozen out nearly as far as we could see. We were able to see with the naked eye a "gray line" which would have been the open water...quite a ways out. This shot was taken from up on a "bluff" driving down Lakeshore Drive. (Saugatuck, Michigan) We then went to Chequer's for Fish and Chips! After dinner we drove up to the "Oval Beach"...where in the summer it is packed with swimmers and sun bathers and people enjoying the large sand dunes. It was frozen solid and here is the view out over the beach. The sun had nearly set. It's hard to see, but if you look closely, you can see the waves on the lake frozen in time. It's an odd sight.
As we drove away, the sun had nearly set.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Aspens by Emily Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake)
A sweet high treble threads its silvery song,
Voice of the restless aspen, fine and thin
It trills its pure soprano, light and long--
Like the Vibrato of a mandolin.