tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89262481943179546272024-02-22T15:36:41.818-05:00Art is for the Makingevery dayArt is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-40116308407487840122010-12-27T15:43:00.002-05:002010-12-27T15:49:54.293-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdpXERMvSIqO8x-aBrWfDEbzlqD8iPpw29SPcOVl1Mofp4ZZ8WcqthRyQIh5xYH-pAI7LsXddfq4Ns9lGbM8BnUiMYeIQ6uX0kt1f6OcOLCbJXmprlKT0sDMJWHAoaF7kKkBFQ5cwsjI/s1600/001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555465857786763138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdpXERMvSIqO8x-aBrWfDEbzlqD8iPpw29SPcOVl1Mofp4ZZ8WcqthRyQIh5xYH-pAI7LsXddfq4Ns9lGbM8BnUiMYeIQ6uX0kt1f6OcOLCbJXmprlKT0sDMJWHAoaF7kKkBFQ5cwsjI/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>This year instead of a partridge in a pear tree, my song was about a parsnip in my sketchbook.</div><div> </div><div>I spent the holiday with a terrible head cold. To keep myself occupied while everyone else celebrated, I asked the kids to find something in the kitchen for me to sketch. They brought me a parsnip from the crisper. I'm not even sure why I had a parsnip in the crisper since I've never cooked or eaten a parsnip in my life. But, at least I can now say I've sketched one.</div>Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-48656488744519176082010-12-19T00:49:00.005-05:002010-12-19T01:01:47.897-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkgpM5JyrbU_nA7tUm9YJtwcubS3f9JpNykOZbgc3OZKuw1zqoyfaLWccIkdzaN8TVarDjrPQc6-7zpu2WYB9XcEKU567Tj1GDocPg-esyjb5lu88yKBJdU5k8Ar224XKjOV0GliAo8oE/s1600/nativity+scene+2010+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552268111327892610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkgpM5JyrbU_nA7tUm9YJtwcubS3f9JpNykOZbgc3OZKuw1zqoyfaLWccIkdzaN8TVarDjrPQc6-7zpu2WYB9XcEKU567Tj1GDocPg-esyjb5lu88yKBJdU5k8Ar224XKjOV0GliAo8oE/s400/nativity+scene+2010+2.jpg" border="0" /></a>A cellphone shot of another small nativity scene I made this week. Same characters, slightly different wardrobe. I really want to work on some wise men, angels, and shepherds, but time is running out this season.Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-83728856943979785772010-12-16T23:31:00.003-05:002010-12-17T00:55:02.973-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_CiHvo4bIwl8fg-a_aQC3XRUF8MKMyYxw-C_O_T5i1v_epIRGI8AhzLlGF8Sow_SFOc5WnvfPzQCfP5PJZadibI3aSFnSqyr7L7XO3Hv24-XUcSq5FN20FmkVvudqSSiaqkZHhUqZxmQ/s1600/sketch+tday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551505968555775842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_CiHvo4bIwl8fg-a_aQC3XRUF8MKMyYxw-C_O_T5i1v_epIRGI8AhzLlGF8Sow_SFOc5WnvfPzQCfP5PJZadibI3aSFnSqyr7L7XO3Hv24-XUcSq5FN20FmkVvudqSSiaqkZHhUqZxmQ/s400/sketch+tday.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Getting back to the sketchpad after a long break.Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-15965529731731768832010-12-10T20:10:00.011-05:002010-12-11T22:13:39.039-05:00The busy fall season is over. Whew. I'm hoping to get back to the drawing table now.<br /><br />In the meantime, I found out there is a craft fair this weekend in the neighborhood. I didn't have much time to make many items to contribute to the fair, but I did manage to finish a few things.<br /><br />I crocheted some bears and outfitted them in tops and accessories.<br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549231425497861026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ27G2yr3pUjnKmkEYcGb7YWH6aa64pFsfCCvCa6CPPcrwlmdJL3ngd0IkX9wciDX4Oz052AksYEnV6vTaMPNWQp2wTmWVCF39Y4ndOWsR81silKBMx25hQbO_RxU_7d_vHRDuTWDaoNY/s400/bears+fair.jpg" border="0" /> And I made a small nativity scene made from wool felt and a bunch of pipe cleaners. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549229922581976882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBxqzlTGM_JLZRDTu1365u90XIkG_2vk3xa5X46CTym0DpPb0KsVO33pMxJpjXeWsXv9tRc6QLwarIoleYRviNYWfXGAqmBMxQW-Mr4V7X0qs-VIVn_EM3Ln8p1bgMAJCZyOSadPLO6ZY/s400/nativity+scene+fair.jpg" border="0" />Gotta love crafts with pipe cleaners.<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">update: everything sold out, plus I got orders for more bears, more nativity scenes, and a request for some flower drawings. Whooohoooo.</span></em>Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-50604423202640482212010-09-06T19:43:00.002-04:002010-09-06T19:47:37.190-04:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3YcEcGFT0eWg_Xkpm2LUj7pyCAIhWR3HmyFw-rb7ByNd1UPR5AbRLrsQH2B4WxEDkiXJt3QsSVLYnrU3u6eM29Pvl1NFQRzN62lqmtoE2RMEOZDjmyr77FHOiAEMkjEyAhtg5bQUoGQ/s1600/brooklyn+bridge+park.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513950585756335074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3YcEcGFT0eWg_Xkpm2LUj7pyCAIhWR3HmyFw-rb7ByNd1UPR5AbRLrsQH2B4WxEDkiXJt3QsSVLYnrU3u6eM29Pvl1NFQRzN62lqmtoE2RMEOZDjmyr77FHOiAEMkjEyAhtg5bQUoGQ/s400/brooklyn+bridge+park.jpg" border="0" /></a>September Sunday in a Brooklyn park.</div>Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-19265985601466648882010-08-29T14:10:00.016-04:002010-08-29T17:34:50.520-04:00D train, last stop<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinDJH4Ve-rqwEEynfCnUCiyiNH-fOCoISqoGneV5eUYIO3WTgPqQwhxhoIkoDE81F3w28ZPfZ8dP04y7wssb_fPjPZzdI6PXjVhRtPoMD0cvSl-ujoxr4LnT2YOukluCayiEAD1o1VXs8/s1600/blog+coney+island+beach.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510896001954037314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinDJH4Ve-rqwEEynfCnUCiyiNH-fOCoISqoGneV5eUYIO3WTgPqQwhxhoIkoDE81F3w28ZPfZ8dP04y7wssb_fPjPZzdI6PXjVhRtPoMD0cvSl-ujoxr4LnT2YOukluCayiEAD1o1VXs8/s400/blog+coney+island+beach.jpg" border="0" /></a>Still waters. I like still waters.<br /><br />I like the warm sand, cool and damp when I dig my toes into it. I like the sound of the waves, I like the white bright light of the sun, and I like the horizon so far away. But I don't like the feel of the water that moves and moves and moves without ever stopping. Lakes and pools - where the water stays in one place - are where I like to swim. When I went to the beach last week, I kept my notebook next to me, dry.<br /><br />The girl in the yellow shirt was at the beach with her family. Her father, dressed in slacks and white button-down shirt, stood the entire time he was there. Her mother napped on a blanket. Her little sister fussed in a stroller and the girl in the yellow shirt sat with the toddler in the sand and built a castle, topped with a small umbrella she took from the stroller. Her father told her the stroller umbrella didn't belong in the sand. A vendor walked by selling peeled mangos on a stick for $3 and the girl in the yellow shirt asked for one, but her father said no. Then the girl in the yellow shirt stood up without a word, pulled a shower cap on her head and walked to the shore. When she came back, she brought a handful of broken shells and she quickly added them to the castle because her father said it was time to go.<br /><br />Still waters.Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-27456193057740947422010-08-29T02:51:00.008-04:002010-08-29T03:09:10.685-04:00Saturday in the cityI visited a garden I've been wanting to see for awhile. I drew this medley of flowers that surrounded me as I sat on a bench and soaked in some summer sunshine.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7oJ3p7GKVr3v5m2hnyt6RbSi9lveoJmW_T1wal5Uspk-jpXT-ZwcJT1VOl_ICuBYzBgabEC2RQL0wh0UQJjhX8RABw4f5mA11Fi4oRJOBK6OzIYyg2zOs_ph4fHJs_sZcBBxXMSRnX9k/s1600/hl+medley.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510722975434852882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7oJ3p7GKVr3v5m2hnyt6RbSi9lveoJmW_T1wal5Uspk-jpXT-ZwcJT1VOl_ICuBYzBgabEC2RQL0wh0UQJjhX8RABw4f5mA11Fi4oRJOBK6OzIYyg2zOs_ph4fHJs_sZcBBxXMSRnX9k/s400/hl+medley.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Enjoy the views from the garden with me:<br /><br /><embed name="FLVPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=" width="408" height="382" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" salign="LT" flashvars="&p=bc9bc164346c00850ac5e7&skin_id=701&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com"></embed></div>Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-67824793266189496012010-08-29T01:31:00.001-04:002010-08-29T01:31:55.070-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv1ZHkEIZnkiFHZ9d5qFkm2OXejkZMlmHlf32J9OtSOXGrbMK3Co66o1F0WeXTS2GGrWn2IZTQbZjl82PVUbZTdydYaP_t472kBtydreCJXo6yq3BQoDdo0RUa6hvHICxliys9lQMPDlc/s1600/acorns+in+aug.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510700280785550354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv1ZHkEIZnkiFHZ9d5qFkm2OXejkZMlmHlf32J9OtSOXGrbMK3Co66o1F0WeXTS2GGrWn2IZTQbZjl82PVUbZTdydYaP_t472kBtydreCJXo6yq3BQoDdo0RUa6hvHICxliys9lQMPDlc/s400/acorns+in+aug.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-70405483677670213812010-08-25T22:02:00.003-04:002010-08-25T22:07:10.615-04:00Bronx View<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzsG1jJ-GM0Sd4fpK2h4GbUx6fdg_vOZRRAz0wAvIXD2wZzUJTNFi-0CU-KgxshyphenhyphentShWzql1UqW0tQmEOLsUfWdTS39lc0I8UF5W0pO1TZnTbqA_UOk0qC-xMnzAHGbsNFei1RtpCvc40/s1600/227.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509533402844638994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzsG1jJ-GM0Sd4fpK2h4GbUx6fdg_vOZRRAz0wAvIXD2wZzUJTNFi-0CU-KgxshyphenhyphentShWzql1UqW0tQmEOLsUfWdTS39lc0I8UF5W0pO1TZnTbqA_UOk0qC-xMnzAHGbsNFei1RtpCvc40/s400/227.jpg" border="0" /></a>View from the 1 train platform at the 225th Street station, the first stop in the Bronx after crossing the Harlem river from Manhattan.<br /><div></div>Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-42895417463974245062010-08-23T17:24:00.012-04:002010-08-24T01:26:19.817-04:00Soccer Mom Drawings (again)Not everyone can see the slide show in the previous post, so I'm putting the same images here (but without the snappy background music).<br /><br />During the spring soccer season, I used the time during practices to work on my drawings.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_imCtYM4xi1BPaMSg4bb8kPNf5_g9uXta9AkUSrKEdpGMuoDnPNdIU-hRHKjVC9I27zR16YBLY6AjRuhESy3hYUZ-a463LjUdEm7AtVHVpUML1wKMScucRRpjYpJimyln6pHrbjvgJbc/s1600/001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508720115178330050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_imCtYM4xi1BPaMSg4bb8kPNf5_g9uXta9AkUSrKEdpGMuoDnPNdIU-hRHKjVC9I27zR16YBLY6AjRuhESy3hYUZ-a463LjUdEm7AtVHVpUML1wKMScucRRpjYpJimyln6pHrbjvgJbc/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /></a> In the above sketch, I have a detail of a lady's thumb stem, some lamb's quarters in flower, and an English plantain. I found all of these along a fence in the park.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-3DewxxjRDkciKakMWpmUHYmS-WoysEupsSAYBWcLHwD58KIYEMJSvbKUYIYLlfa9Jru1b6ylI2a61fhlIHFhEIR7KpgB1ghL3NkyB_z8fggz_1e1XGZGINtpysHxbHiK0NMKOGsRJg/s1600/002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508720111439455634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-3DewxxjRDkciKakMWpmUHYmS-WoysEupsSAYBWcLHwD58KIYEMJSvbKUYIYLlfa9Jru1b6ylI2a61fhlIHFhEIR7KpgB1ghL3NkyB_z8fggz_1e1XGZGINtpysHxbHiK0NMKOGsRJg/s400/002.jpg" border="0" /></a> Above is a lady's thumb. The chevron on the leaves gives the plant it's name. The mark is said to have been left by a lady when she touched the plant with her thumb. Not all leaves have the chevron, but the plant is easy to identify by the small pink flowers.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZynAP3067YB6J8ZIzvYahqhIYQ2I__tJ-NDYIjHA4JLSb6hLnsEky_HaXaQEQTGHn65uqJii3K2NLkIqV7Opk4siX1eqh_ylUOxD14o1GEWE7pZQ68EUu5WTFBe-TWwvgEI3KoII49AE/s1600/003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508720107334411794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZynAP3067YB6J8ZIzvYahqhIYQ2I__tJ-NDYIjHA4JLSb6hLnsEky_HaXaQEQTGHn65uqJii3K2NLkIqV7Opk4siX1eqh_ylUOxD14o1GEWE7pZQ68EUu5WTFBe-TWwvgEI3KoII49AE/s400/003.jpg" border="0" /></a>The taste of wood sorrel reminds me of childhood. We snacked on it as kids when playing outside. Did anyone else nibble on shamrock as a child, or now? So tasty! (Note to self: sorrel has two r's.)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCj3WbP1D91w65pLW2k8ZvqV-p44yWZvDtfyrVqpEDjQxLYX_wtHO3CZTkM-TczlYu_WAgE6T4o0fIywNkeQzFPwlF8Phfd7oY1LIRoApnAc885VPV0UbIEp8xWE8GMRcEQO6y4z2mcKw/s1600/004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508719923423170114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCj3WbP1D91w65pLW2k8ZvqV-p44yWZvDtfyrVqpEDjQxLYX_wtHO3CZTkM-TczlYu_WAgE6T4o0fIywNkeQzFPwlF8Phfd7oY1LIRoApnAc885VPV0UbIEp8xWE8GMRcEQO6y4z2mcKw/s400/004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This white campion is a champion. I picked it in a neglected stretch along a road when I visited a place on the border between Queens and Brooklyn (Queens and King counties). From there, I traveled to the soccer field by subway - which took forever - and this white champion didn't wilt. I'm quite fond of this plant, and I discovered that carrying a weed on a crowded subway at rush hour is quite a conversation starter.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYmgBNCbOlLGLtVGLMVMGkYjIq5Yak_K_Z-CKPuuFCVap2L8NfT8ySUlHCZA3-_TgnAvd7dAFN-7UihgjnfpbBCnZcu-aefU5D6EgJMRiPhWD-sfzSRbNMSfuvpQDa4t6tLJiYcGUZfXo/s1600/005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508719919897727234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYmgBNCbOlLGLtVGLMVMGkYjIq5Yak_K_Z-CKPuuFCVap2L8NfT8ySUlHCZA3-_TgnAvd7dAFN-7UihgjnfpbBCnZcu-aefU5D6EgJMRiPhWD-sfzSRbNMSfuvpQDa4t6tLJiYcGUZfXo/s400/005.jpg" border="0" /></a> I don't know what this weed is. The flowers were white and the plant was very short. I found it in a crack in the sidewalk.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2srFGIgnmUmZkseACVz-TcMYLRbfNvXgVX9rrSLD43tANdzUzNIF_-VrpIF_9UNhAq21cK573A6yf4dikRCAtfKt88qalWTeiamn5ihu-Cij0QoZC9lsjx30HqXTfNwEdGmihAZiGtVk/s1600/006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508719910929296658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2srFGIgnmUmZkseACVz-TcMYLRbfNvXgVX9rrSLD43tANdzUzNIF_-VrpIF_9UNhAq21cK573A6yf4dikRCAtfKt88qalWTeiamn5ihu-Cij0QoZC9lsjx30HqXTfNwEdGmihAZiGtVk/s400/006.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here's another lady's thumb (no chevron but distinctive pink flowers) and some sort of grass.<br /></div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJlsx1DDI1KgzGAYdGgDXOqoTe6faKih22Ev4w6L_39txuTnyPqRF0hMpKNoMsKkocJIKQ0RUVgMvqEr-1sbn7egBmUK7WmSNW4KPS4zJ9L4HKI0PNZclUrKKXq6EXR-jaUytPz9KE90o/s1600/soccer+field+1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508719900589022626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJlsx1DDI1KgzGAYdGgDXOqoTe6faKih22Ev4w6L_39txuTnyPqRF0hMpKNoMsKkocJIKQ0RUVgMvqEr-1sbn7egBmUK7WmSNW4KPS4zJ9L4HKI0PNZclUrKKXq6EXR-jaUytPz9KE90o/s400/soccer+field+1.JPG" border="0" /></a>This fall I'll be back on the sidelines several times a week as both my kids play in the fall league. I'm hoping the warm weather lingers all season so I can draw during practices and not huddle with fingers wiggling in mittens to keep warm. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-37985940371941364432010-08-23T12:26:00.003-04:002010-08-23T12:30:06.802-04:00Spring Soccer DrawingsOn the way from the subway to the field, I picked wild plants from curbsides and along fences to draw during soccer practices in the spring.<br /><br /><div><embed name="FLVPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=" width="408" height="382" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" salign="LT" flashvars="&p=bbbf348fed24e6e2f74cc1&skin_id=701&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com"></embed> <div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 15px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px/20px verdana,arial,sans-serif; WIDTH: 408px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&utm_source=emplay&utm_medium=txt1" target="_blank">Make an on-line slide show at <span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline">www.OneTrueMedia.com</span></a></div></div>Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-454012733556910442010-08-20T21:12:00.003-04:002010-08-20T21:33:51.970-04:00Two different days, two different notebooks, two different views of the same nasturtium plant.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM0F-UL5i2vvyE19f91SqzlgE3XFnVD54wF_mHbj7zI0uGsxMdQvDA-US-Gh7O1dM4nUzyx36uLDyk_kCncV1Th6sY3aI5XUkU1WUguHYdyAx4wS4hpWinxZmo3PrVh3j6SoNpp64hLlU/s1600/nasturtium+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507640629039504866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM0F-UL5i2vvyE19f91SqzlgE3XFnVD54wF_mHbj7zI0uGsxMdQvDA-US-Gh7O1dM4nUzyx36uLDyk_kCncV1Th6sY3aI5XUkU1WUguHYdyAx4wS4hpWinxZmo3PrVh3j6SoNpp64hLlU/s400/nasturtium+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> There was a tiny inchworm crawling around the leaves as I drew the version below. He's on the leaf second from the top, looking around to make his next move.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNccHvjaI-dWijP-5AH3VIyYXtANpknlm3dyKSSiaQEs22_fy4e-O0Zt-BqiB1AOMenN_BDVQ0VjJrFAtLoGMGbCyfRtPg15xi5qWAPJOBRgPElh1EQ7GkqMJymJN7FRKuLybDfyyYG8o/s1600/nasturtium+leaves+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507640627718132226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNccHvjaI-dWijP-5AH3VIyYXtANpknlm3dyKSSiaQEs22_fy4e-O0Zt-BqiB1AOMenN_BDVQ0VjJrFAtLoGMGbCyfRtPg15xi5qWAPJOBRgPElh1EQ7GkqMJymJN7FRKuLybDfyyYG8o/s400/nasturtium+leaves+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> I figured out this week that I've been saying the name of this plant, nasturtium, incorrectly my whole life. As I drew this plant, just about everyone who walked by said, "Oh, those are the flowers you can eat. I've had them on salads." And someone else would say, "Yes, I've had them too." They would walk away and the next set of people would have the same conversation. They all pronounced the name in a strange way, which is how I figured out I've been saying it wrong.<br /><br /></div><div>I've had these flowers on salads.<br /><br /><em>Please scroll down to look at my first-ever video I've made in the post below.</em></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div>Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-72759105707741315172010-08-20T21:08:00.001-04:002010-08-20T21:08:54.248-04:00A Garden VisitYou're invited to look at the NYC garden where I sketched the plants in the post above.<br /><br /><div><embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=bb488c7f9fc8ee38ae9104" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&p=bb488c7f9fc8ee38ae9104&skin_id=701&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&utm_source=emplay&utm_medium=txt1" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;">Make an on-line slide show at <span style="text-decoration:underline;">www.OneTrueMedia.com</span></a></div></div>Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-53213570965715437452010-08-19T22:43:00.006-04:002010-08-19T23:18:40.958-04:00<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507317645970848034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglWgITn3Z-YZYlO8urhdRSt-Vt4FRz0MqyewMfCavMV0-nscfgoJmdB8Q2AF8uk7j58aXgZDGWc184msJp0BrfCfpOvSV9EVpXK4VAeJqXqan07e9aA5dVkQNeAThkOKIo9Ca-tI8znHM/s400/blog+08192010+b.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center">I spent the afternoon at one of these tables today.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507318317821398082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKyNtAyr4OOk1Z7_YrTQXRggNTCjXfV7n0nmhGtwFUEoClZ-ogcpDUs5Ib8QfE6FuFQgbXftDmq29jYPhvEKY0btb9xgFAOnwoh6gjyeB_AZ7imb6ENUewT1N6XWKjqEzhTJGXACBRp48/s400/blog+08192010.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">And this is what I saw while I sat there.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507323058787833442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje_ZRSNHDrCq6EzzcgVru0nlHxcJ2PAoBS5QBFQwIImLfmX0Xr2zAN9CRASv2Ef3Sn9lXboz5E79B19ZbQujpf5gTBhOYVEWoA5COXvZNMGWoNR1cOIiz0ytQHDwUXFwo9zQN2_LdYmPw/s400/blog+08182010+nybg.jpg" border="0" /></div>Yesterday I visited the botanical garden in the Bronx. </div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="left">I'm trying to get the hang of drawing scenes. It's a challenge for me to draw something I can't hold in my hand. I'll keep practicing. </div></div>Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-59617540405903259402010-05-14T11:56:00.004-04:002010-05-14T16:22:39.037-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh02cUQJot8LgOu7I2XgVJmzmyY2ek551c0vhZ1aGO9CFQWeEs0oRl9vwP5rgHE7RNphwvSZ3u5La-gXcsIan0wqoZ0oovvfOygXnPdkaCMS0d86dAWoa9UkZvIbKTvP-NpS25CgzilUhU/s1600/chives+05142010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471155591816170034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh02cUQJot8LgOu7I2XgVJmzmyY2ek551c0vhZ1aGO9CFQWeEs0oRl9vwP5rgHE7RNphwvSZ3u5La-gXcsIan0wqoZ0oovvfOygXnPdkaCMS0d86dAWoa9UkZvIbKTvP-NpS25CgzilUhU/s400/chives+05142010.jpg" border="0" /></a> The farm lady is back. There is a woman in my neighborhood who has a farm upstate. Sometimes she sets up a tv tray on the sidewalk near my apartment and sells items from her garden. I never know when she will be there, and just when I forget about her, she appears.<br /><div></div>Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-91907591326458450262010-05-06T20:43:00.005-04:002010-05-07T00:26:59.118-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqjsusFHdmzAxVeTdFBLo-1slbjDwyPgUg1mdQPSahAX16P-Eq4eWEsdY_P19Pvp8_H8VN0PEtU74F7Ai9DHnk1cGGzxFkca4PU9XXL5iqFMgEHgpPa5yLaOJoYo9-sWOyyOFdHQV50W4/s1600/003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468322385928339346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqjsusFHdmzAxVeTdFBLo-1slbjDwyPgUg1mdQPSahAX16P-Eq4eWEsdY_P19Pvp8_H8VN0PEtU74F7Ai9DHnk1cGGzxFkca4PU9XXL5iqFMgEHgpPa5yLaOJoYo9-sWOyyOFdHQV50W4/s400/003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />After I drew this locust bloom today, I popped the flower in my mouth and ate it. Sweet. We all have heard that John the Baptist ate locust in the wilderness, but I suspect he was foraging tasty food from the tree, not chasing grasshoppers for dinner.Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-57538239029994732332010-05-04T09:33:00.003-04:002010-05-04T09:49:42.825-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEOCfLp8twA1RcyRZoKMxuQUXeH365phgRWxiJ6fBtsXfe2WwRhLLh0gOMPerwmGZcq2kPCR3baLSOlWRu3WTTbmTxpQ3mLUFI4CDUJra0sN4Ee4gVENnx0r0j0PAKIrLKMDr-bbQ_DCM/s1600/002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467411400107403026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEOCfLp8twA1RcyRZoKMxuQUXeH365phgRWxiJ6fBtsXfe2WwRhLLh0gOMPerwmGZcq2kPCR3baLSOlWRu3WTTbmTxpQ3mLUFI4CDUJra0sN4Ee4gVENnx0r0j0PAKIrLKMDr-bbQ_DCM/s320/002.jpg" border="0" /></a>I made this simple line drawing of a geranium in the churchyard down the street this morning.<br /><br /><div><div>I like drawing this plant because it's complicated and I have to edit as I draw. I like the bench that is next to the plant (I like that very much), and I like the cup of coffee I buy before heading to the bench. I would like more time to work on the drawing, but I suppose it's good to have many things to do. Still, I wouldn't mind dumping the to-do list once in awhile, or at least draw a flower on top of it.</div><br /><div></div></div>Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-75159027867514193592010-05-03T11:56:00.003-04:002010-05-03T12:02:52.973-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSZkzIqbYetvPV-Wrx4nRUJfcSZyaCuqcoyUkM5OfgUmXq9jtH2KP20OYD2txKf4pbEDfFXzMDWOWM6_6gv5vuXrn2SWn96zhPhyphenhyphen6inu5dYQABdxUxHQD5ZmUjsCE6YMyhFm-4xdDuNo/s1600/pinapple+plant+04302010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467073435863000178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSZkzIqbYetvPV-Wrx4nRUJfcSZyaCuqcoyUkM5OfgUmXq9jtH2KP20OYD2txKf4pbEDfFXzMDWOWM6_6gv5vuXrn2SWn96zhPhyphenhyphen6inu5dYQABdxUxHQD5ZmUjsCE6YMyhFm-4xdDuNo/s400/pinapple+plant+04302010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A pineapple weed (in color) and some other weed I haven't identified. <br /><br />I drew this while my daughter and son had soccer practice last Friday. I sat on a set of stone bleachers with an array of weeds my son picked for me to draw, my colored pencils, and a iced-coffee from Dunkin Donuts. At one point a young dad carrying a baby came to see what I was doing. He said, "That's actually good." Another man, talking on a cell phone to someone in his office, stood over me for a long time watching. I looked up at him a couple of times, but I didn't say anything since he was on the phone. He eventually left without saying a word to me.<br /><br />Later my son bounded up to me after his practice. "Look what I found! It's so cool. Can I keep it?" It was a half a roll of silver duct tape.</div>Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-16262060497587397832010-05-02T20:23:00.005-04:002010-05-02T20:37:24.376-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmF8kTHnenLQgKRvtwunzCTHdVGc1TZ_VapGFR9hBf92uL7NdKYbtqrGE6R2OWneHhGTFsyKGKvQ6PsRQozxXS34uvnP4LrQwnXwVe9w7fxWljzhtR21kpaCWCBF0f4hMgnicPmTjLykk/s1600/001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466834996213092818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmF8kTHnenLQgKRvtwunzCTHdVGc1TZ_VapGFR9hBf92uL7NdKYbtqrGE6R2OWneHhGTFsyKGKvQ6PsRQozxXS34uvnP4LrQwnXwVe9w7fxWljzhtR21kpaCWCBF0f4hMgnicPmTjLykk/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyzbqb6ghKBZ3Ay78plIHjXMSiEhfvvuHCZJcW5Q5soRw2VtMRKTi852DaaJbG_kAhWd5j7uccOUh1MRl2CD6MAs3iOma_BxthflyZgGKNics4U3E9ExDg34udinO7pm8q-z07OO-AS1g/s1600/mint+05022010.jpg"></a>I drew this Creeping Charlie (ground ivy) on my first visit to the riverbank this spring. A fisherman on the bank of the river came over to look at what I was drawing and gave me a thumbs up. The guy fished without a rod or reel - just a line and a sinker. Later in the day he caught a catfish and cleaned it on a big rock on the water's edge. Then he hopped on the top of the rock and did push ups. </div>Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-51240580438675959682010-04-30T23:27:00.002-04:002010-04-30T23:37:40.658-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGknGSDH2ZSF0_VWOgiuGWlB2J17Ln-qI1Y3pRiwwf07-8cCFu5dvvNrWqEsTUeaVJ9QRWmuwzTQKWf1tSlwujh0XoiSSNLTq9uP9joP5ipWAicuQJKM3ETNTEw1-JysaytrYqaRasY7Y/s1600/spice+bush.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466138225692451970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGknGSDH2ZSF0_VWOgiuGWlB2J17Ln-qI1Y3pRiwwf07-8cCFu5dvvNrWqEsTUeaVJ9QRWmuwzTQKWf1tSlwujh0XoiSSNLTq9uP9joP5ipWAicuQJKM3ETNTEw1-JysaytrYqaRasY7Y/s400/spice+bush.jpg" border="0" /></a> In between loads of laundry tonight, I drew the nearest thing I could find - a few sticks from a bundle of dried spice bush berries I have hanging in my kitchen.<br /><br />Last winter my son went sledding. I wasn't there, but he tells me he was on a super fast run toward the end of the day. He dodged a tree at his super fast speed and steered his way to safety by slipping down low under a bush.<br /><br />When the sled stopped, my son saw he was surrounded by spice bush berries. He picked a bunch of the twigs, brought them home, tied them in a bundle with a purple twisty-tie, and hung them up in the kitchen.<br /><br />When I took down the twigs tonight to draw, I said, "Where did we get these twigs anyway?" He told me the whole story of the super fast sled run that I missed last winter. I was probably doing laundry.Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-87814303562813655522010-04-21T12:08:00.002-04:002010-04-21T12:24:56.809-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8PwUz1TLXKzEk67KYsHTJSy80s-WB1_Q1228ao3HqXJ0lVlUxj5AsHx_aaon0djE9L-1_IehrKpERZnUS-c5JaVQaLxHgMLlT93jUXPuKaAqQCDHQO8O9wXuy2G1Pn_ERKfJVw_9nf3c/s1600/dandelion+04202010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462623638222423346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8PwUz1TLXKzEk67KYsHTJSy80s-WB1_Q1228ao3HqXJ0lVlUxj5AsHx_aaon0djE9L-1_IehrKpERZnUS-c5JaVQaLxHgMLlT93jUXPuKaAqQCDHQO8O9wXuy2G1Pn_ERKfJVw_9nf3c/s400/dandelion+04202010.jpg" border="0" /></a> I found a retro-looking steno pad at Staples. It's perfect for quick sketches and notes.Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-21807900474692613672010-04-20T20:21:00.001-04:002010-04-20T20:22:17.491-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbEfNMW-BW3KhKbP0xp8171EVCeXnVxhGBYaTtzer7mn5ubhyRp1Reqlex72dz0yq__WbZRtwAELfju12Mdmd3DfqiRm5BAaIEhZq6AuKtOjgwAiPPIsJt6zxaQ0sgAm7mZpiTDU5A6yU/s1600/gerber+daisy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462379326365752642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbEfNMW-BW3KhKbP0xp8171EVCeXnVxhGBYaTtzer7mn5ubhyRp1Reqlex72dz0yq__WbZRtwAELfju12Mdmd3DfqiRm5BAaIEhZq6AuKtOjgwAiPPIsJt6zxaQ0sgAm7mZpiTDU5A6yU/s400/gerber+daisy.jpg" border="0" /></a> I spent some time last night listening to good music at home and drawing a flower from a bouquet I received.<br /><div></div>Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-38470753714458106192010-04-02T18:41:00.002-04:002010-04-02T18:45:36.383-04:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicS34r5UYHL6gZgskCMaeK-sqR4pqTmtPhCwt-S8gTPPBwRgkgJ3h45PTa_0j8THbtZr7E_MllpnhLrDVUf7QKyL8e0k3rCkxpUNbtjHnBDVEgIm3eNP3CZRxl6xT2E6aajI3aI4jHfVQ/s1600/001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455674032474127314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicS34r5UYHL6gZgskCMaeK-sqR4pqTmtPhCwt-S8gTPPBwRgkgJ3h45PTa_0j8THbtZr7E_MllpnhLrDVUf7QKyL8e0k3rCkxpUNbtjHnBDVEgIm3eNP3CZRxl6xT2E6aajI3aI4jHfVQ/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /></a>Some of the blooms are fading on the tree. </div>Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-41190084069926348862010-03-21T22:21:00.000-04:002010-03-21T22:22:34.708-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2eyupScDsp7HTzf_zH-iqKGJ5P-kd-_TA9n9Li1L-lHe7JTTuxcaJkbKEUz03vXixETJ153BTGXcTGp0HyJP3cdWBfpuQcXHpfzShd5RbMqVndbEBbuhj6XcsokTjD0OlTNKfNK2156w/s1600-h/003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451277916228129170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2eyupScDsp7HTzf_zH-iqKGJ5P-kd-_TA9n9Li1L-lHe7JTTuxcaJkbKEUz03vXixETJ153BTGXcTGp0HyJP3cdWBfpuQcXHpfzShd5RbMqVndbEBbuhj6XcsokTjD0OlTNKfNK2156w/s400/003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926248194317954627.post-31756212984740693362010-03-20T22:26:00.002-04:002010-03-20T22:27:15.264-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIEsevAmYtZTiX-7jBB1zclCHkC_Au5N5iItbNK1nkcuGGbNq57eySn8whfqmzX3i-yezG14_iyE4pB4IhWYigTsy_FtAhWVwfXgZqo-60WDqnUm9pLtrbk4ZxGZ_KfPXe4LuZaxxUaS0/s1600-h/magnolia+03202010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450907859091940418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIEsevAmYtZTiX-7jBB1zclCHkC_Au5N5iItbNK1nkcuGGbNq57eySn8whfqmzX3i-yezG14_iyE4pB4IhWYigTsy_FtAhWVwfXgZqo-60WDqnUm9pLtrbk4ZxGZ_KfPXe4LuZaxxUaS0/s400/magnolia+03202010.jpg" border="0" /></a> Different day, different journal, same magnolia tree. Things are changing on the branches!<br /><div></div>Art is for the Makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04978438627371596100noreply@blogger.com1