"Barbie Meets Ken."
Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Wednesday, February 7, 2018
Picking out an outfit. :)
The girls are hard at work.
:)
(Working on the doll diorama these days as it has been
bitterly cold here in Wisconsin. Alas, I *just*
found out we are due for 6-10 MORE inches
of snow later this week into the weekend....)
Oh...how *I wish*
that spring had sprung...
:(
Friday, February 2, 2018
Tuesday, December 19, 2017
Friday, November 17, 2017
Digital Art (Day) :-)
(Beach) Houses in a Row (FL)
A Study in Scanning; Psychedelic
Summer Hay in Boone (NC)
The Red Barn (Appalachian Hillside, NC)
Les fleurs (in blue, KAnniePowell, acrylic)
Lido (Sarasota, FL)
Life in the Garden (Boone, NC)
Thursday, November 16, 2017
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
Wednesday, November 1, 2017
Friday, October 20, 2017
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Insight (celebrating women.)
(On being a woman.)
The thing is
the thing is
the thing IS
from day one...
it seems
as if...
I was
made to feel
'small.'
The thing is-
the thing is...
you see,
the thing really is...
I'm not
(really) small...
at all.
Shopping Excursion; Mother with Daughters
Monday, October 16, 2017
Doors and more...
Milwaukee, WI
Asheville, NC
Racine, WI
I adore doors.
I've had doors shut in my face.
I lean in doorways (as I am tall.)
I wonder...what door(s) will open [for me (for us) now?]
There is often more to a door...than meets the eye.
I am aging, so now a few of my craggy doors creak.
I have shut some doors. [Some gently and some (at times) not so nicely.]
Jesus said "Behold, I stand at the door and knock..."
I've (almost) never met a doorway that wasn't my friend.
Most (if not all) doorways stand by you.
It's good to know your point of egress (which, most often, is said door.)
One can make a grand entrance, through a door(way) or simply just 'slide' on through...
(As I said) j'adore doors.
I have spent (considerable) time adorning doors.
I like a no nonsense door.
I like frilly doors.
I even like doors in the floor.
Sunday, October 8, 2017
Yes, I'm still
learning.
Things I’ve Learned:
I’ve learned to leave people alone and stand back in the
shadows.
Wait.
(And wait some more.)
Still waiting.
Ada Blenkhorn said it right (in 1899?!)
Her nephew always wanted his wheelchair pushed down "the sunny side" of the street. So she wrote this...
There's a dark and a troubled side of life;
There's a bright and a sunny side, too;
Tho' we meet with the darkness and strife,
The sunny side we also may view.
Keep on the sunny
side, always on the sunny side,
Keep on the sunny
side of life;
It will help us every
day, it will brighten all the way,
If we keep on the
sunny side of life.
Tho' the storm in its fury break today,
Crushing hopes that we cherished so dear,
Storm and cloud will in time pass away,
The sun again will shine bright and clear.
(Let us greet with a song of hope each day,
Tho' the moments be cloudy or fair;
Let us trust in our Savior always,
Who keepeth everyone in His care.)
[There’s something to be said, about that. (Keep it right.)]
I'm still learning.
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
Garden of the One Thousand (a Tribute)
Garden of the One Thousand
There are one thousand little voices...in the water they fall
and within those one thousand children's voices there is an echo that rings out as they call...
Quicksilver runs fast in the waterfall--along with it some liquid gold
and there is life-giving joy in the water that brings a comfort to one’s very own soul
There is sunlight streaming in the waterfall; much like one thousand glittering gems
and there are twigs and leaves in the waterfall, adorning one thousand twinkling hems
of children’s garments who play in the waterfall,
as they jump and they dive and they sing
as they jump and they dive and they sing
Their hearts beat out wildly in the waterfall--and get me to wondering...
Above, there are one thousand windswept glories, across an ageless and pink summer sky--
and one thousand pulsating stars out at night that shimmer on their course as they pass on by
And up above it all there is a hollow, with one thousand bubbling streams
that join together to make the waterfall, impractical as it may seem
At the top--there is a tree with one thousand roots that travel on down and then down...
with every twist and turn that they make, they make this--much hallowed ground.
And the dreams of most all are stored up there, and now and again, down they fall--
right from the heavenly altar of the tree through the little waterfall.
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