It has been another snowy day, but since it is Saturday I didn't have to go out. We took down the tree today,(I know it's late!) and memories of my mother and past Christmas's fill my mind as I touched each ornament. The photo below is a little plastic star I have had since I was a little girl. I didn't have so much then, and every little thing that was beautiful was so special to me. Now, as I watch the evening come and the sky changes to a purple-gray I see the beauty in life as well. The house is clean and uncluttered, (for awhile,) my family is happy and I got to be creative today.
This new process of making art, photographing it, editing the photos and putting them on my blog is so wonderful! My still lives feel like small snapshots of my life, so much fun to design, each object having it's own story. The photo below is made up of things I love, sea glass from the Oregon Coast, a turquoise bird that was on a bookshelf growing up. A shell from our last trip, (two weeks ago,) a clay bird from the garden and a trumpeting angel that I had given my mother when she had cancer.
As I sit in my living room with my legs stretched out acroos the round coffee table I look out to the sky again. The sliding glass door frames a maple I grew from a seed, that sprouted in the perfect place. Bird feeders hang from snow covered branches and they are full, but all the birds have gone to bed. There is no wind today. Beyond the tree is a blackened street and the almost frozen Klamath River. Little white lights surround the window, they hang behind the beige lace curtains which I had made when we first bought this house and still look good. I notice that I am a combination of old-fashioned and artistic in my decor, my fashion and my attitudes.
This last photo is a close up of the little blue-green snowflake from my child hood. No special effects this time and more realistic colors.
It has been another snowy day, but since it is Saturday I didn't have to go out. We took down the tree today,(I know it's late!) and memories of my mother and past Christmas's fill my mind as I touched each ornament. The photo below is a little plastic star I have had since I was a little girl. I didn't have so much then, and every little thing that was beautiful was so special to me. Now, as I watch the evening come and the sky changes to a purple-gray I see the beauty in life as well. The house is clean and uncluttered, (for awhile,) my family is happy and I got to be creative today.
This new process of making art, photographing it, editing the photos and putting them on my blog is so wonderful! My still lives feel like small snapshots of my life, so much fun to design, each object having it's own story. The photo below is made up of things I love, sea glass from the Oregon Coast, a turquoise bird that was on a bookshelf growing up. A shell from our last trip, (two weeks ago,) a clay bird from the garden and a trumpeting angel that I had given my mother when she had cancer.
As I sit in my living room with my legs stretched out acroos the round coffee table I look out to the sky again. The sliding glass door frames a maple I grew from a seed, that sprouted in the perfect place. Bird feeders hang from snow covered branches and they are full, but all the birds have gone to bed. There is no wind today. Beyond the tree is a blackened street and the almost frozen Klamath River. Little white lights surround the window, they hang behind the beige lace curtains which I had made when we first bought this house and still look good. I notice that I am a combination of old-fashioned and artistic in my decor, my fashion and my attitudes.
This last photo is a close up of the little blue-green snowflake from my child hood. No special effects this time and more realistic colors.
