Saturday, November 30, 2013

Give-away Winners

Hello, my turkey-stuffed friends! I apologize for not posting sooner, but between the holiday festivities and the sad death :(  of my camera, this is my first chance to take a photo, which had to be done during daylight hours due to the fact that the camera I borrowed doesn't have a working flash.




So without further delay, the winners chosen by Scout the Wonderdog are:

Angie of Hopemore Studios blog, who has won the book "Wabi Sabi: The Art of Everyday Life" by Diane Durston, along with her vintage and decorative papers,

and Lynne with an 'e' of Ragzedge Arts, who will receive "Steal Like an Artist: 10 Things Nobody Told You about Being an Artist" by Austin Kleon, as well as the packet of papers.


Congratulations, Angie and Lynne!  Please email me your snail-mail addresses at sharmon.davidson@gmail.com, and I will put your winnings in the mail.  Thanks to everyone who entered, and to all my readers.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Things I Forgot


If this title seems a bit scary to you, just imagine how I feel.  If I actually included everything I forgot, this post would go on forever... Luckily, though, I don't remember most of it - ha!  Every year since I started blogging, I have always shared photos of my flower gardens, which have been a source of much pleasure, work, and therapy for me.


The front corner flower bed with antique seeder, orange honeysuckle vine, echinacea, Turk's cap lilies, Russian sage, black-eyed Susans, and liriope.




I tried a little photoshop-ery with some of these, just for fun. 


I really like the negative space in the two compositions above.







The shady flower bed by the side porch, with hostas, impatiens, ferns, and more echinacea (of course).




Two hosta flower close-ups, complete with bee in the second one.


Nicotainia in the front flower bed.  I like the weird 'floaty' quality in this photo.



This teeny-tiny moth was smaller than a dime; I probably wouldn't have noticed him without the telephoto lens. 



And while I'm playing catch-up, I just realized that I completely forgot to share any photos from my vacation this summer. So here is a quick look at my trip to Cumberland Falls, Big South Fork (of the Cumberland River) and the wildly beautiful Rockcastle River, all of them in Kentucky.

CUMBERLAND FALLS


 Cumberland Falls, complete with mist.


 
 We took a lovely hike down the Cumberland River below the falls,

 
  surrounded by high rock walls..

 
  ... the rushing river...


 
 ... rhododendron forests and trickling rivulets...


 
 ... that carve out huge rock shelters, given a few million years or so.



BIG SOUTH FORK

 The Big South Fork was muddy and swollen from recent storms...
 
 
 ... and looked like a river of cafe au lait...

   This the coal tipple at Blue Heron Mine, a now defunct mine which has been restored as a historical site.

 
 The bridge from the tipple to the other side of the river.


ROCKCASTLE RIVER

 
 The Rockcastle River is certainly deserving of its name...

 
 ... lots of rocks, for sure, but also sparkling, crystal-clear water...



 ... little sandy beaches...


 

... and some of the most gorgeous views ever, even in the rain.



Wishing you all a great weekend and a wonderful Thanksgiving next week!  Don't forget to enter my give-away; just leave a comment on my last post.  One of my dogs will choose 2 winners on Thanksgiving Day.


Sunday, November 10, 2013

Something to Share, and a Give-away

I have a few pieces of good news and some other things to share with you.  First of all, I don't think I mentioned that one of my entries was accepted into the National Collage Society's
http://www.nationalcollage.com/2013.html

There were over 500 entries, so I was pretty excited that mine was chosen.  This year's exhibit is truly one of the best collections of collages I've seen in a very long time, even if I do say so myself, so please check it out.  A couple of examples to whet your appetite:

 Jan Filarski, The Dots Ran Away


Mike Church, Overtime


Dick Allowatt, Orbit


 As if that wasn't enough good fortune, I was recently notified that my work will be featured in ArtBuzz, the 2014 Collection - a hard cover book of work by the winners of their annual juried fine art search, in which I was awarded 2nd place for mixed media.

 Needless to say, I was thrilled (and surprised)!  You can pre-order a copy of it at the artist's discount price here.


Also, I'm very happy to announce that I have three pieces in a curated traveling show which will be opening in Louisville, Kentucky on December 7th.  If you're in the area, I hope you'll be able to come by for the opening reception.






Time has been shooting by at a very high rate of speed, and here it is, November already! It seems an appropriate time, with the holidays approaching, for the give-away I've been meaning to have for ages now, but never got around to. And since it's been so long, I've decided to double the fun and pick two winners this time.  Winners will receive:





 A generous selection of pages from my huge collection of antique and vintage books, including old textbook pages, dictionary pages (both English and Japanese), and maps (not the one pictured below).






The winners will also get several pieces of decorative papers, and to top it all off, each will receive one of the following books:

Product Details

Wabi Sabi: The Art of Everyday Life, by Diane Durston


-or-


Product Details

Steal Like an Artist: 10 Things Nobody Told You About Being Creative


All you have to do to be entered in the drawing is to leave a comment on this post.  You don't have to be a follower, but if you are, your name will be put in twice.  On Thanksgiving day, one of my dogs will choose the winners, and I'll post the names by the next day.  I thought Thanksgiving was an appropriate time for this, because I am truly so grateful to all my readers and followers for being the awesome people, advice-givers, cheerleaders and inspirations you are.  Good luck!


Thursday, October 31, 2013

Creepy Halloween

Creepy Halloween sounds so much more fitting than "Happy Halloween", doesn't it?  Halloween is supposed to be creepy, because that's what makes it fun, after all.

Whether or not you believe that the gate between the worlds of the living and the dead will swing open on All Hallows Eve, a cemetery can be an intriguing place...

Please allow me to share with you some of my favorite "haunts'...



                                                                     Cemetery in Bloomington, IN




                                                              SpringGrove Cemetery, Cincinnati, OH




                                                                New Orleans Cemetery, photo by Louis Martinie


The festival observed at this time was called Samhain (pronounced Sah-ween). It was the biggest and most significant holiday of the Celtic year. The Celts believed that at the time of Samhain, more so than any other time of the year, the ghosts of the dead were able to mingle with the living, because at Samhain the souls of those who had died during the year traveled into the otherworld....Virtually all present Halloween traditions can be traced to the ancient Celtic day of the dead. Halloween is a holiday of many mysterious customs, but each one has a history, or at least a story behind it. The wearing of costumes, for instance, and roaming from door to door demanding treats can be traced to the Celtic period and the first few centuries of the Christian era, when it was thought that the souls of the dead were out and around, along with fairies, witches, and demons. Offerings of food and drink were left out to placate them.  ( Jack Santino, The American Folklife Center)



                                       shop window in Richmond, VA




                                                                          St. John's Church, Richmond, VA



The oldest gravestones I've ever seen were here.  At this church, Patrick Henry uttered the famous words, "Give me liberty, or give me death."



                              This burial is so old you can no longer make out any words or carving at all.



                                                                                        A beautiful place.




                                                               SpringGrove Cemetery, Cincinnati, OH



                                                           SpringGrove Cemetery, Cincinnati, OH



All Hallows Eve
By Dorothea Tanning
Be perfect, make it otherwise.
Yesterday is torn in shreds.
Lightning’s thousand sulfur eyes
Rip apart the breathing beds.
Hear bones crack and pulverize.
Doom creeps in on rubber treads.
Countless overwrought housewives,
Minds unraveling like threads,
Try lipstick shades to tranquilize
Fears of age and general dreads.
Sit tight, be perfect, swat the spies,
Don’t take faucets for fountainheads.
Drink tasty antidotes. Otherwise
You and the werewolf: newlyweds.




Who knew Dorothea Tanning wrote such things? Enchanting!











Sunday, October 27, 2013

At Last, the Spell is Broken...


Well, that's what I had planned to title it, anyway...



I'm anticipating the inevitable questions here.  Like, "Is she turning into a bird?"  "Is she turning back into a human?"  "What's that weird thing on her head?" "Is someone chasing her?"  "Is she going to fly?"  "Is she falling off the mountain?" "What's the ladder for?"

Why do they always expect me to know this stuff? 



Friday, October 11, 2013

Story of My Life Story


There were times when I wondered if I'd ever finish this one.  It went well at the beginning, but as it progressed I kept getting stuck, so I would put it aside and work on something else for a while. When I did complete it, I had trouble getting good photos of the piece; I had to re-photograph it 3 times!  But here it is:


Story of My Life Story
ingredients: vintage book cover, vintage paper doll, found objects, image transfers, monotype prints, vintage fabric, map fragments, vintage book pages, child's writing paper, jewelry findings, stitching


Most stories, if you really think about it, are stories of stories. If the story is a recounting of the events, then each time the story is retold, even in our own minds, it becomes the story of a story.  By the time a person is, say, in their 50's, those earlier events are stories that we have told ourselves over and over again - altered by the passage of time, emotion, and tricks of the memory.  Changes in our perspective through learning, as well as intervening experiences, add new layers of color to our stories, probably more than we like to admit.





Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts and happenings.  It consists mainly of the storm of thoughts that are forever blowing through one's mind. ~ Mark Twain




Tuesday, October 1, 2013

All the Doings at Shabo-Mekaw


 Welcome to Shabo-Mekaw


 
 mountain laurel



Scout, Sunny, and Arlo would like to welcome you to Shabo-Mekaw.  Well - actually, Scout would like to eat grass, while Sunny and Arlo would like run down the driveway.  You can follow if you like...


The field, formerly known as the blueberry field, and beyond it, the pond...



... which Arlo enjoys immensely on a hot day, as you can see.







Update on Construction Progress


One thing we had to do this spring was to fix leaks in the chimney so rain won't get inside. Mainly this is done by shoving cement in all the cracks and in the holes between rocks where it has fallen out; this is called 'repointing'. The ladder was just to sit on, so my butt wouldn't slide down the metal roof.  It is not at all comfortable, btw.



We attached a porch to the front of the log cabin, complete with cedar posts and a metal roof, and it turned out great, if I do say so myself.  It will provide a cool place to sit, and most importantly, keep rain off the front logs.

Though we had already done the porch floor in stone, we decided to spiff it up with these old, used bricks.

First we had to cover the stone floor with sand and crushed limestone...



Here, Scout and Arlo are chillaxing on the finished left side of the floor while we continue working on the rest.  We cemented the bricks in place around the edges...


... and got the other bricks laid down, but have not yet filled in between them.  Obviously, the stone steps will need to be revised as well.






Todd has been working very hard on the inside floor,


 and has a lot of the sub-flooring in place now.



He's also been trying to seal up the space between the soffit and the roof, to keep the critters from getting in.  Now he says we have to lift up part of the roof.  Whaaaaat?!





Bird Morning

 A couple of weeks ago, I went down to the swirl hole (the part of the Kinneyconick Creek just below our cabins) early in the morning. Usually, I don't get a chance to take pictures until afternoon.
 

 It was glorious - still and quiet except for the sounds of birds, with mist rising from the water. As the sun was beginning to clear the hill on the other side of the creek, the contrast between dazzling mist and deep shadows was exquisite.


 While I had my camera on the 'macro' setting ...


... because I was so into photographing these really cool dew-covered spider webs,

two great blue herons flew directly over my head!  They're very fast, and the camera was on   
  'macro'...

So I switched  my camera back to the normal mode in case there were more...


... when suddenly a kingfisher flew right in front of me, going in the opposite direction from the herons. I aimed and shot wildly - it was even faster than the herons - and got this horribly blurry picture.  (No, I do not have a DSLR.)  I circled the kingfisher so you could at least tell that I wasn't making it up.


Less than a minute later,


a third blue heron followed the other two, heading upstream. 


Here's what they actually look like:



A few more early morning creek photos:

You can see the mist better where the light comes through the trees...















A view of part of the swirl hole, looking upstream from the island.  I'll never be able to show you the whole thing, unless I hire a plane...




The last time we left it, our sweet home-away-from-home looked quite lovely.











The tour guides would like to thank you for coming with us, but they're too tired...




See you later, alligator (or - whatever you are)!