Magic Moments-are not forever

If you love someone tell them now. If you have a loved one, pet or person, paint their portrait now. i have some drawings but never found the fortitude to do a painting of Robyn  and now he’s gone.

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Rob n Run photo taken July 2015

July 21, 2017

Robyn passed today-this morning at about 9:30 we let him go.

Anne had gone out to feed him and found him down, hot and in distress.

She cooled him with the hose and finally coaxed him to his feet. He was able to walk across the pasture and move into the shade but went down again almost immediately this time on his other side. When the Vet finally got here the diagnosis was a badly twisted colon and the choice either surgery (not a good one for a 32 year old thoroughbred) or a painful death. The second dose of pain-killer was putting him to sleep. We allowed the vet to euthanize him there in the shade at the top of the meadow.

On a sun-filled morning with a soft summer breeze Ann lost her best friend, a friend of 23 years. She discovered him; neglected in a cow pasture,(the fate of many a gelded racehorse that will not tolerate confinement in a starting gate), and brought him home to Esperanza to begin a new life. He’s been with her ever since she was 13. He saw her through the tough years of junior high and high school He saw her through college and endured until she returned from graduate school in Edinburgh. During those 6 years that Anne was away he gave Jamie a reason to get up morning after morning. He was our constant companion.

He gave me memories that will last a life time and courage and understanding as well- And I am crying too hard now to keep writing this….

Rob N Run, grandson of Secretariat and Native Dancer, so sweet in the stable, such a streak of temper and fire under saddle, you will be greatly missed: Your stubborn determination always to be outside roaming free regardless of the weather, your grudging acquiescence to getting on a trailer (and the time you simply wouldn’t) your high jinks at events like rearing when you got to X (instant disqualification-did you know the rules?), your complacency when other horses misbehaved, your complete distrust of jumps made out of wood but willingness to breast anything made out of stone or steel regardless of its height or breadth, your flashing speed and incredible length of stride and lazy daisy-cutting walk, Your great big head that rubbed against little me I loved it all. I’d cheerfully hold up your head to put applesauce and antibiotics down your throat. I’d soak your foot to help ease the abscess and brush your furry coat but now you are in heaven or wherever horses go. Just one thing I am sure of; you’re here with me wherever I may be.

I had to wonder this morning when you passed did Joker neigh across the field and are you with your friend at last?

We miss you, Robby

holly

Magic Moments-Rooted

Rooted

 

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I’m rooted in my past

The third but not the last

Two older siblings

Rivalry took wings

 

The runt could best

Or certainly could cheat

Her little sister in the game.

Yet to achieve the same

 

With the bigger, older one

Required something much more fun.

A hard-core stubbornness was born

And gradually became the norm

 

I’d play the game and not give up

Embellish, shine, and strut.

It didn’t matter she was smart

I had her walloped from the start

 

As for that brother-He could annoy-

Until I beat him fair like any boy.

The point is- I’m a stubborn lass

Persistence is rooted in my past

 

We grow and change, we learn

Perhaps we lean a bit-

But roots stay anchored firm

Unless the whole is hit

 

Holly 170719 (Angel in the dust)

 

 

 

 

Magic Moments-Dreaming

A lovely dream

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An Old Wish

 

Life’s so uncertain

 And that which we would wish for most

 Is often out of reach

 

This very “Now”

It seems that in this breath of time

Is where we must find peace?

 

So struggle on

The moth against the window pane

Or let the dark enfold

 

And gather ‘round

In arms of velvet solitude

With warmth against the cold

 

A quieting

That centers through our mind and soul

Then strange as it may seem

 

It settles down

Till all that we might wish will come

As in a lovely

 

 Dream

 

 

Angel in the dust

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Magic Moments- on the internet

Reach for the Sky

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celebrate the beauty in our world

Reach high

Embrace with love the sky

Spread wide

With heart not pride

And open handed gather in the good

To do with as you should

Then let it go

For others to know

We touch, give, release

In giving we’re given Peace

Now let your spirit fly

Reach high

 

For Owen

by holly

Angel in the dust

 

 

Magic Moments-48 hours of island bliss

“Just jump in” Debi Riley said, and I did.

Tuesday afternoon-

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Sketches from the Edgartown wharf:IMG_4919 (768x1024)IMG_5107 (755x1024)

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followed by a porch concert at the Island Inn

and then in the evening a magically silly night in Oak bluffs: dining out a  la fresco, riding the flying horses (I got a ring every revolution but missed the prize), and eating ice-cream while watching the lights on the harbor. Maybe these images will emerge in later paintings. Sorry-No photos or paintings for now.

Wednesday morning-

Sketching in watercolor while perched on a rock IMG_5108 (1024x768).jpgamid the tide drift on Katama Bay:IMG_5109 (763x1024).jpg

and then from the steps of a wharf in the cool morning fog.

Later in the heat of the day viewing the work of so many artists island wide. I especially liked the work of Colin Ruel below:IMG_5000 (1024x768)

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Galleries, galleries, galleries -so much beautiful art work and so inspiring!

 

 

Then in the afternoon at South beach and the airport:IMG_5049 (1024x768).jpgSitting on the edge of the sand and finally unable to resist the giant waves I just had to get my feet wet-IMG_5044 (1024x768).jpgOops

And the Atlantic has a pair of prescription transitional glasses to turn into sea glass.IMG_5105 (1024x677)IMG_5106 (1024x715)IMG_5110 (1024x523).jpgNow my whole world is a water-color blur.IMG_5111 (1024x741).jpg

And still, I can do (sort-of) a little sketch of the house in Edgartown where I stayed.

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“At Seventy”

I’m fit and fine

And, liable-

To Craziness

-at any time

holly

Magic Moments-at Esperanza

Or Morning Coffee on the porch

 

Asking all forgiveness from Robert Frost-

But as I ran upstairs to grab my camera his poem ‘Dust of Snow’ rang in my head and so…

 

The way the morning sun

Cast tracery

From fern leaf spun

Across my cup of coffee

 

Has given my heart

A change of mood

And saved some part

Of a day that I had rued

 

And, Then…when I came back with a new cup of coffee and my camera the shadow was gone!

That is when I remembered John Snell’s advice from his recent photography workshop given on Star Island, “where there’s one there’s usually more.”

Here are the results from that word of encouragement. Thank you John!

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Take One
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take two

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take Three

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Wonderful distractions abound

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Take Four
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And a Morning Saved

Thank you all

Angel in the Dust

magic moments-in discovery

Yesterday i struggled to tile photos i had taken on my recent visit to the Isles of Shoals. The finished post was a disaster and so i have determined to try again.

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Sunrise over Gosport harbor
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weather-vane on the Chapel
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white island Light from below the Chapel
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part of the Stone village
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Linquist Deck scene of many social hours
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Cottages A and B as seen from Linquist
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Rosa Rugosas perfume the Island
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American Eagle coming round to anchor in Gosport harbor
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Dinner Bell and 3 of dozens of rocking chairs
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harbor scene with changing weather
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Joe choreographs a new piece
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Dance, jamming, painting, conversation, quiet contemplation; the porch has space for all.
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dance
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Textures and summer breeze
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The Art Barn
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island irises in the Stone Village
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bright spirits following Morning Chapel
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path out to the ocean cliffs
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herring gulls nest every where
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freshwater pool near East rock reflecting blue flag iris
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the base of a cairn on the seaward end of the island
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Enter fresh rain water tumbles 70 feet down the cliffs to join the ocean
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morning sun on my pillow
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Evening candle-light service
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view across Sprague to the chapel
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view along the porches past Hotel oceanic to the West

 

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view to the North east out across winter keepers cottage to Smuttynose island
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Sunset from the Hotel porch

Magic Moments-on Star island

Photos from my week on the isles of shoals off Portsmouth NH:

I have tried to include some of the buildings so you might get a sense of the island culture. I actually had a tendency to photograph seaweed and rocks and grasses. In fact I took very few photos as my flash card was nearly full when I arrived; I had only expected to shoot a few documentary shots. I had not intended to work with photography; my original goal for being on island was to paint. After my easel broke in mid stroke I decided to go with the flow and just enjoy the camaraderie of wonderful fellow conferees and the chance to learn in new areas of interest including singing and learning about my camera!

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Magic Moments-Home again

I have enjoyed almost 2 weeks gallivanting about New England and up into Canada and now hope to settle down to working again. By mistake i overwrote a whole set of photos but when i recover from that i’ll post some from my week out on the Isles of Shoals.

The tiny bit of painting i did while away can be found in my other blog.

Go to the blog section of:

https://litchfieldhillspleinairsketchersandpainters.wordpress.com

Magic Moments-green and gold

There is so little time and so much to do. But i mustn’t fret over all I’ve missed for now the sun is giving warmth and i am gaining faith in each day bringing a new day that can be filled with hope. And with hope comes life, and joy, and a willingness to take risks. Next week I’ll be out at the Isles of Shoals (painting of course) and then up to Vermont and Montreal. I ‘m pretty disgusted with my work. There’s a stack of quarter sheet paintings from the last week and a half and they would make great kindling. Still i believe in my New Day and there will be a tomorrow.

So yesterday i tried to paint the little guest cottage. It was pretty hot even with the breeze off the West Meadow-IMG_4274 (1024x749).jpg

And today my drive home up the lane felt like entering a stage so i painted this.

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There is so much green and gold. Just this evening while studying the routes into Montreal on Google i looked up and was transported by the golds and greens in the treetops beyond the North lawn back-lit by the setting sun. I really want to paint that but I’ve got to pack and get some sleep too.

Holly