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Through the Eyes of an Artist
I am convinced that artists see, smell, and feel things differently than non-artists. It’s not that others cannot see, feel, or hear the same, but their sensory muscles are not in shape. For instance, when I take a walk along the trail with a non-artist, they will talk about how beautiful things are in a very generic sense. They may make a comment along the way when a bird flies in front of them or will notice when it begins to rain while talking about their appointments and schedules. When I take a walk, I notice the feeling of the air. I see the shadows on the path and the mist on the…
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The Goslings
This week was an amazing time of biking and walking on the Tomifobia Nature Trail. Red wing blackbirds and yellow warblers flew and sang in tune with the hidden frogs, while the silent turtles bathed in the sun. They almost seemed to enjoy being flattered by my admiration of them, yet at any moment they’d plop themselves into the pond as if to say ‘good bye!’ The sunshine was warm and the smell of new life was in the air. I heard so many new sounds I have not yet identified. I feel like such a beginner, but maybe you can enjoy watching me grow in my wisdom of the wild as I…
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Rainbows on the Lake
Of all the weeks we could have chosen, this was the week we decided to go camping. It was the wettest, rainiest week of the summer. Every time we went to the lake it would downpour. Each time I’d sit out by the pool, I’d have to return to my tent because of the rain. It was dark and dreary, but I was determined I was not going home before the week was done. One day after lunch, we took a ride around the countryside and visited a nearby town and watched a movie. Upon returning to the driveway of our campsite, we came to a hill and I screamed to my husband…
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Welcome to My World
Life moves and lives all around us. As an artist, one of my passions is to walk on the Tomifobia Nature Trail with eyes wide open to God’s great creation. What a thrill to see the great Blue Heron wading in the quiet pond. I stand in awe. A little further down there is a bumpy log and as I approach I see little painted turtles resting in the morning sun. Mallards fly above and make me smile as they greet me with their cheer. The air is fresh and sweet. At the end of my walk my head is full of memories and all I want to do is to capture on canvas those beautiful moments of life…
