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 are Meant to Share

The Beauty of Your Dreams

Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it.
Steve Jobs

Dreams

Be careful what you water your dreams with. Water them with worry and fear and you will produce weeds that choke the life from your dream. Water them with optimism and solutions and you will cultivate success. Always be on the lookout for ways to turn a problem into an opportunity for success. Always be on the lookout for ways to nurture your dream.
Lao Tzu

Dreams

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Eleanor Roosevelt

Dreams

WISHING ALL OF YOU A GREAT WEEK

Magic Moments-?

Winter

The things I like best about winter are my cozy black Damart tights and top. They’re warm and sleek. And, I like the silence of the snow and the way it has mounded up in the apple leaves like scoops of sugar in little cups. I could love it if my eyes were burning green and gold, but they’re not. They’ve changed to grey.

For the rest; the grey cold fits my mood internally and externally. This weather is such a contrast to last year on this same day in late October. Then the world held promise sparkling like the visions of a child but now it exists just to be dealt with.

Winter: dull and chilling, or cold and invigorating; we wait to see. Hope holds fast as frosty breath breaths white clouds over a garden outlined in white. And soul and spirit wait patiently yet fearfully like tulip bulbs beneath the soil planted in spite of the danger of being consumed and brought to extinction over the long bleak months of winter. Will they be there to bloom in May?

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Magic Moments-of Golden inspiration

Two paths diverged in a yellow wood…

Long I stood and then chose the one… I should…

Ah nonsense! The point is all our New England roads are paved with gold right now and if one just stops long enough to look there is beauty enough to last a life time or at least to carry us through the winter! So I hope you too are enjoying these last few days of autumn as the leaves whirl down soon to be caught by the rain and snow. (It was already raining as i came home tonight after figure drawing and the roads were solidly covered in burnt gold. The trees will soon be bare)

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. Perhaps we all will sketch and paint together while I’m there. That will be fun too. According to the forecast it may even snow over the weekend while we’re in Vermont!

Magic Moments-in gold and red

Riding hard in the saddle there is no time to post or paint!.

A poor pun indeed yet true! This weekend has been awfully full; Both Friday and Saturday nights had opening receptions to attend. These are grand chances to connect with other artists and patrons but they are time consuming and exhausting.

Then on Saturday after I got back from yoga class Jamie and I took the canoe out. On Sunday I drove up and back to Boston to visit my mother. And next weekend promises to be busy as well;  we will be taking another canoe up to Vermont for my son’s family to use.

I will at least get a photo or two posted. What I really want to do is paint some images of the quality of the light inside the First Parish where I took my Mother to church on Sunday. It was a beautiful diffusion of all the glowing fall color that I have been privileged to see along the roads and on the banks of the pond where we finally found some quiet water to paddle in and sketch on. (do you recognize it?-thank you, R for finding it for me) Life is good but time passes too quickly.

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Magic Moments-Morning Sunshine through the Trees

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Although my camera battery was almost flat i still managed to shoot about 8 photos before it quit. Now I will try my hand at a watercolor using some of the layering technique Carsten so kindly shared on his blog.The colors here are cooler than in his woods so my palette will be different.

 

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My friend (This quick shot turned out to be a lovely picture of her so I hope she does not mind my including it here) and i went for a hike this morning. We took joy in finding old friends along the trail; Hepatica and round-leaf violets, wild ginger, Indian cucumber, foam flower, false Solomon seal and many more that we had visited on earlier hikes. But only the leaves remain. The flowers are long gone now replaced by purple and orange berries glowing bright among the green lace of ferns.

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and this giant fist brought a poem by Rumi painfully to mind-as i looked backwards in time.

You have become as hard as rock.

What can rock do to a heart of glass but

Shatter it to pieces?…..

Angel in the Dust