I fell asleep watching an old PBS piece (I have seen it before) about Colony Collapse Disorder in the bee population. Funny, I haven't heard too much more about this terrible event ... and investigating on the internet ... lots of the articles I find are really old. So where are we with our Bees disappearing? Some information here. I have been thinking about getting a bee hive. I once had two of them in my back yard in San Angelo ... and they were wonderful to have. Has anyone heard anymore information on this?
Ray Hartl's equine photography is the most splendid images of horses I have ever seen. Seen up close and almost life size ... you feel as if you could touch them. I love the crops and the light. I couldn't pick one favorite!
Mom and I ran over to teh Bellevue Art Festival and what a treat it was this year. My head was spinning with "I wants" when we left. Here are a few of my favorites. There were so many more booths to visit but I had to give it up. Maybe more tomorrow.
Giving my love for chairs, Rone Prinz work gives me the grins.
The most wonderful watercolors by artist Larry Stephenson, when framed they come with a tin toy included ;) I wanted so much to buy a piece of his work.
San Francisco encaustic artist, Eileen P. Goldenberg, has the most fantastic technique where her art feels like it glows from inside out. The Teahouse Series, my favorite.The colors -- breathtaking. She also gives classes and I was begging her to teach in Seattle.
The other day we were having a discussion about entitlement. I mean, is it just for the young, beautiful, thin, smart, got-it-all-together women, does entitled just come naturally? I don't have most of those things going for me and I don't think I have felt I was entitled to anything. But what happened to my entitlement? How do you get it? Is it a socio-economic phenomenon or genetic failing?
Maybe I had it and lost it. Maybe I never had it. Maybe I had it and someone took it from me. And if that is the case, please, I want it back. I'm entitled to my entitlement.
We had a flat on the way to Portland. Not too much of an inconvenience. I walked out in a field and found some lovely things growing.
I know Kathy didn't like this one, but we were both trying so hard to get a good photo that we both liked, that we took a bunch! She is trying not to laugh and I can't help myself. ;)
Tara's hand during our painting class. Amber has some painted hands too, and her take on Jesse's workshop.
And finally, the reason I have been preoccupied lately. Trying to spend all of my off time finishing the walkway. So close now. Just planted some little ground cover in the cracks that I am also filling with black gravel.
Kathy and I were fast friends from the beginning of my blogging experience. She helped me out in many ways, finding ImageShack, learning how to post, teaching me little things along the way, inspiring me in all of my crazy ideas that I have early in the morning on my way to work. She is an inspiration ... and we got to hugged and laugh, in person. Nothing better than that! And we have this photo to prove it!
I purchased this skateboard from Jesse this weekend. Mostly because I loved it. Also because I thought it would be a nice addition to M's art collection in his room, maybe inspire him to put some of his own work on a board or canvas instead of some wall in the city. ;)
Tara, mom and I have returned from our lovely weekend trip to Portland. It feels like we have gone for a week! The highlight of our trip was dinner and fun visiting with Kathy, who is very much back blogging, by the way. After years of telephone calls, we finally got to hug and talk and visit IN PERSON. And it was fabulous.
On the way home today, we stopped by Powell's and Alberta Street to find a few galleries.
Jesse Reno's class was wonderful. He was a young, mild-mannered, genius .. full of ideas. I finished three pieces. I bought a piece from him! My mission was not to get all hung up on what was "right" to do ... and just create. Mission accomplished.
The man, the tie and his bad mood. My comment on corporate America.
Mom found a nest for me on the ground. I thought she has bought it! We think it was made of horse hair and had blossoms from the tree where mom found it embedded in it.
We stopped by Powell's bookstore on the way home. I have a couple of artist names written on my arm to remember from books that I wanted to buy but didn't.