Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Blurred Color


Blurred color...
What are your dreams?
Be assisted (if you will)
bringing them to focus~~

ideation, imagination,
creation,
cogitation,
hard work,
paint, and sweat...
all issuing forth
to find a home
canvasing the heavens,
crossing the sky.


Tuesday, August 30, 2011

A Good Thing


I was astounded to find this lovely etching on a rich
granite stone found at the grave site where my
mother-in-law
(Barbara) was recently entombed
(just on the 29th.)
What lovely grays and blues elicited
from a stone.
I have seen this as a painting but it
looked
hauntingly beautiful etched on granite.
It was a wonderful focal point and a nice surprise
for a somber occasion.
lg

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

The Man on the Moon?



I found...
the man on the moon!
(Just kidding, obviously...!)
But it is...a man on a rock.
And a B-I-G rock!
Again, this is from our travels last weekend. W-a-y
out on a gravel road (in the Appalachian mountains)
I spied this graffiti around a corner bend in the road
drawn out
on a series of rocky ledges very high up.
I thought the
colors were extraordinary against
the iron stained brown and the gray rock. I don't know
who the author(s) are, but it provided some fun
viewing and does make for an unusual photograph.
There is no way for you to appreciate the massive size
of these rocky ledges and subsequent drawings
(but I thought I would try to communicate it to you!)
What can you find??!
For you.
:-)
lg
(As always, click to enlarge for detail and effect.)

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Ahhh. The World Looks Brighter.


Lord, help the things which
need to be in the forefront

of my mind to be there.
Help me to be mindful
of what You would have
me to be mindful of.
And bring the
things of
beauty...
into
focus.


Monday, August 22, 2011

Edgemont Road Drive


Simply Beautiful View
(click to enjoy)





Small Waterfall (off a winding State Highway)



Highway on a Mountainside

Sunday Drive with Grandpa:
We are taking full advantage of the wonderful weather
we are having (highs in the 70's with lows in the upper
50's at night.) Sunday we took a drive along Highway

221 out of Blowing Rock, N.C. and down a gravel
road (old Edgemont Road) that goes down (maybe)
2500 feet. We only went partway down its steep switchbacks
and peered into rocky gorges along the way. Here are a
few photos from our journey. On another road up,
out and back, the road changes from gravel to pavement
and back (again) to gravel. People live down in this
area (which amazes us as they are deep in the 'boondocks'
of the Appalachians; there are some very nice cabins
and some 'pretty rough' methods of living deep
in these ol' mountains... I would say.) Sandwiches along
the road on
the way back while overhearing
the 'grunts' and talking
of rock climbers
500 feet above us was a nice touch.

Grandpa ate his sandwich on the tailgate.

lg
:-)

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Come on Along!

(click to enlarge.)

Do enter in. This is the Todd Bakery in Todd, North Carolina
(population just a bit over 2000.) The 'downtown' consists of about 4 or 5 buildings
set down off of a small country highway road and along a small river. This old building is over 100 years old. Inside, you will find a (sweet) women who bakes her own bread and sweet items, and also walking sticks, wooden bowls, cards made of local photos of wildlife and mountain scenery, hand knit items and various arts and crafts from this area, all made by local artisans. It is quiet in Todd. People live in Todd; visitors raft and tube there, they trout fish and there is also a small stage where (local) musicians come and play. Todd is known for its music (Doc Watson plays here.) Todd is the kind of place where you can close your eyes and see a dirt street (of yesteryear) and a horse-drawn buggy or two. I just got this one shot off of the 'bakery,' which gently invites all passersby to enter in through the wide wooden screen doors. Step right in.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Oh, to Be a Butterfly


Oh, to be a butterfly
fluttering I go
up and over treetop, flower
winds that take me so
Oh, to be a butterfly
dainty, lithe and trim
lofty breezes are my friend
o're yonder holler rim
Oh, to be a butterfly
up, away I go
captivating
flutter-by,
red flowers that I know...
My acquaintance is the
bloom standing alone on the hill
My playmate bouncing mountain air-
catch me if you will
Oh, to be a butterfly
yellow black and blue
mosaic floating on the lawn
all fanciful
for you.


Sunday, August 7, 2011

A Dedication; (On) Heaven's Boughs



I must fly, she thought
and off she flew--
all this time, she was thinking of you.
I must away, she dreamed
of a place shiny, new
and now she has gone there...
ahead (of me) and you.
Husband--
dear one,
hold your head high,
for down the road (just a piece)
in the sweet by-and-by...
she stands waiting
alone
with arms
eager (outstretched
)
and open wide...
to hug
(once again)

your sturdy,
strong

neck.
And lofty you will be,
and flying you will go
to the sweet arms of Heavenly God--
to a place, once more,
where together you will trod.
Do not weep for me,
my gentle husband.
Do not weep for us.
We will not be parted
for longer than a moment;
than a glimmer.
United again we will know
the fullness
the wonder
the glory
of a love that blooms
on heaven's boughs.


With love, dedicated to
my mother-in-law,
Barbara Jane Powell
;
( June 8, 1933 to July 29, 2011.)

Lois Nancy

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