Sanna from New Hampshire sent me a Zetti a while back, but I couldn't post it before now. Technical difficulties as it were...
However, yesterday we installed a new printer/scanner so, here you go.
Cheers from rainy High Springs!
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Monday, May 16, 2005
Monday Idyll
The day started with a good paddling. We launched the canoe and paddled upstream. Tom wanted to see where the Santa Fe comes up. (The river "ends" in O'Leno State Park, and reappears a few miles away.) The trip was gorgeous. About 1/4 mile past the bridge at 441, the only sounds you hear are water against the hull, the paddles dipping in and out, the occasional turtle plopping into the stream, and an assortment of birds calling out to each other. Felt really great to be using those old muscles, and getting a tranquilizing dose of nature.
"Distracted by green," Pixie said yesterday afternoon, "sometimes I get distracted by green." She was talking about living in the woods. But, her words haunted me throughout that canoe trip, I'll tell you. The river was a perfect black ribbon, the cypress trees, hanging heavy with Spanish moss, reflected with an unusual clarity. Shades of green on green on black on gold. Green and grey, green and brown, green and green. Once in the rhythm of paddling, I fall into sort of a trance. Those clear reflections threatened to be not reflections after all. Over and over again, I felt myself falling into a sort of HDTV "what am I really seeing?" mode. We were in motion on that river for about 3 hours. Long enough to get hooked. What a beautiful river!
After that great little boat ride, we didn't want to sit around the house. So, Tom charted a course and off we went again. This time in the car. We left High Springs and taking a series of small roads, made our way to Cross Creek. If you haven't been there, go. What a place. What a place. What a place. The lake there has a primeval look, feel, smell. The calmness of the air, wow, I don't know how to explain that either. Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings farm is there, preserved, but the gate was closed because we arrived after 5. The "park" is open Thursday thru Monday. When we go back, I'll be armed with watercolors.
We stopped in McIntosh on the way home. The old hotel is for sale. The McIntosh Cafe, aka Los Arcos, was closed. Oh, there were two crabby cats on the chairs out front, but that was all she wrote. See, another reason to go back.
I still don't have my scanner re-hooked-up...so I can't post a drawing of the day. I am sorry about that...this day was one scandalously voluputous sensory experience.
Let's see what tomorrow has in store...
"Distracted by green," Pixie said yesterday afternoon, "sometimes I get distracted by green." She was talking about living in the woods. But, her words haunted me throughout that canoe trip, I'll tell you. The river was a perfect black ribbon, the cypress trees, hanging heavy with Spanish moss, reflected with an unusual clarity. Shades of green on green on black on gold. Green and grey, green and brown, green and green. Once in the rhythm of paddling, I fall into sort of a trance. Those clear reflections threatened to be not reflections after all. Over and over again, I felt myself falling into a sort of HDTV "what am I really seeing?" mode. We were in motion on that river for about 3 hours. Long enough to get hooked. What a beautiful river!
After that great little boat ride, we didn't want to sit around the house. So, Tom charted a course and off we went again. This time in the car. We left High Springs and taking a series of small roads, made our way to Cross Creek. If you haven't been there, go. What a place. What a place. What a place. The lake there has a primeval look, feel, smell. The calmness of the air, wow, I don't know how to explain that either. Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings farm is there, preserved, but the gate was closed because we arrived after 5. The "park" is open Thursday thru Monday. When we go back, I'll be armed with watercolors.
We stopped in McIntosh on the way home. The old hotel is for sale. The McIntosh Cafe, aka Los Arcos, was closed. Oh, there were two crabby cats on the chairs out front, but that was all she wrote. See, another reason to go back.
I still don't have my scanner re-hooked-up...so I can't post a drawing of the day. I am sorry about that...this day was one scandalously voluputous sensory experience.
Let's see what tomorrow has in store...
Monday, April 25, 2005
Barberville Pictures
Well, here's your chance to see the Flying Turtles String Band in action. (http://www.folkfiddle.com/barber/05/pics.htm) In the long narrow dance hall, the band is at the head of the hall, on stage, and the callers stand below. If you scroll down the page, you will see plenty of shots of the dancers dancin' and the band swingin' away. There are also shots of other "stages" throughout the Pioneer Settlement. Photos by K B W.
High Springs Eternal
We got to High Springs last Tuesday night. Unloaded a few things into Pam's garage. Crashed. Boom. Even Artie The Catt was ready for sleep.
Next day, we found our way to town, picked up the weekly newspaper, gloried in the fresh air and smell of pines. Saw an ad for a farmers' mkt the next day...needing musicians and artists. Well. Alrighty.
Thursday morning, Tom hiked to town along the old railroad tracks. Ended up at the train station - well, now it's the Chamber of Commerce. Talked to a fella there who called a friend who talked to Tom and next thing I knew we were loading up our instruments. Played that afternoon at that Farmers' Market and got paid in...you guessed it...fruits and veggies! Yee ha!
Still unwinding, Friday. Artie got scared by her "first" dog. Amazing watching her tiptoeing around in the leaves. A chill blew in. We lit a fire outside and watched the moon.
Saturday we drove and drove and ended up in Barberville. We met up with Chuck and Sandee and threw together a couple of sets...one for performance...one for a contra dance. Was delighted and surprised to meet Kathleen (an artist whose work is shown below...) and her husband Jeff and their daughter Caitlin. Turns out Kathleen and Caitlin are both violinists. They came to our shows and went to the jams and made quite a hit with the ol fiddlers.
Yesterday, I started to pick apart an old Kentucky fiddler's version of Arkansas Traveler...and got seduced by the dang tune. Ended up playing it for about 8 hours. Now, it makes sense to me.
Tom is cleaning out the gutters for Pam and Rick - the least we can do in exchange for staying in their beautiful river house.
Oooh...he just came in and announced that it would be a good time to take the canoe for a paddle. Yee ha! So...I guess that's what we're up to for the next little while. I'll pack up my sketching goodies and see if I can give y'all a little picture of my NoFla environment.
Cheers, Dolls!
Next day, we found our way to town, picked up the weekly newspaper, gloried in the fresh air and smell of pines. Saw an ad for a farmers' mkt the next day...needing musicians and artists. Well. Alrighty.
Thursday morning, Tom hiked to town along the old railroad tracks. Ended up at the train station - well, now it's the Chamber of Commerce. Talked to a fella there who called a friend who talked to Tom and next thing I knew we were loading up our instruments. Played that afternoon at that Farmers' Market and got paid in...you guessed it...fruits and veggies! Yee ha!
Still unwinding, Friday. Artie got scared by her "first" dog. Amazing watching her tiptoeing around in the leaves. A chill blew in. We lit a fire outside and watched the moon.
Saturday we drove and drove and ended up in Barberville. We met up with Chuck and Sandee and threw together a couple of sets...one for performance...one for a contra dance. Was delighted and surprised to meet Kathleen (an artist whose work is shown below...) and her husband Jeff and their daughter Caitlin. Turns out Kathleen and Caitlin are both violinists. They came to our shows and went to the jams and made quite a hit with the ol fiddlers.
Yesterday, I started to pick apart an old Kentucky fiddler's version of Arkansas Traveler...and got seduced by the dang tune. Ended up playing it for about 8 hours. Now, it makes sense to me.
Tom is cleaning out the gutters for Pam and Rick - the least we can do in exchange for staying in their beautiful river house.
Oooh...he just came in and announced that it would be a good time to take the canoe for a paddle. Yee ha! So...I guess that's what we're up to for the next little while. I'll pack up my sketching goodies and see if I can give y'all a little picture of my NoFla environment.
Cheers, Dolls!
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Did I Say Settled?
Whew. Alrighty. Been awhile since I've had the requisite 10 minutes to post a doodle. So...here's the latest doodle. My morning view. This particular morning, the water was pretty flat, so the reflections were pretty clear. Half an hour later, the breeze had kicked up. While we're here, I should take advantage of this view...reflect on the water...
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Settled In
Ah well, the move is complete. More or less. Still plugging in and hanging up.
Just wanted to make an appearance here today, and introduce the latest of the ATC's received. This one is from Ellen in California. Beautiful work. I'm getting spoiled.
See you later, kids!
Just wanted to make an appearance here today, and introduce the latest of the ATC's received. This one is from Ellen in California. Beautiful work. I'm getting spoiled.
See you later, kids!
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Blind Painter
The name Esref Armagan has been showing up on lists and blogs and newsletters all week. When I heard about him a few days ago, I had to wonder, "Is this for real?"
Click the title to go to a site that tells his amazing story. Look at his paintings!
Click the title to go to a site that tells his amazing story. Look at his paintings!
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