Faeries Friday - The Blue Moon Faery

I don't what the glowing orb that she is holding in her hands is, but it only glows when there's a blue moon! 

A Blue Moon

The second full moon of August, according to the moon gadget on my sidebar, is full tonight.  The calendar I have says it won't be full until tomorrow, but She looked pretty full to me so...here She is in all her blue glory.  (She wasn't really blue; I had to give that a little 'help'). 

I call the moon Grandmother because that is what my First Nations ancestors called her.  Mother Earth, Father Sky, Grandmother Moon, Grandfather Sun: humans, and all living beings, are connected as family through these four. 

Wordless Wednesday - Colors

Sunday Sunlight

I took this back on June 17th of 2009.  I really like the light and shadow, the patterns within patterns on the water and the shadow on the back of the little wave (it's the diagonal shadow in the middle of the photo).  I could look at water patterns and reflections forever.  One of the things that I love most about a camera is that it lets me look at things that otherwise are moving too fast for my eyes to properly capture.  (Left click on the photo to enlarge it).

Faeries Friday - Elderberry

(The illustration above is by Cicely Mary Barker, one of my favorite artists)

The elderberries that grow wild in these mountains will look more like those in the painting above when they are ripe.  I took the photo below about two weeks ago, so maybe they are ripe by now.

Jam can be made from the berries, but all other parts of the plant are poisonous, except for the tiny flowers.  If a mammal eats the berries raw, the berry seeds are toxic, but birds can eat the berries and suffer no adverse reactions.  I tried making some jam once, years ago, but the berries of the species that grow in these mountains are so tiny it took me forever to pick enough to make the jam!  I've read that one can make a sort of sparking wine from the blossoms, but I've never tried that.  When I was young I helped my daddy and grandfather make moonshine (a clear liquor distilled from corn), but that's a story for another time...

Wordless Wednesday - Signs

Time Flows...

"In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so, too, with present time."  Leonardo da Vinci

Sunday Sunsets

Taken on August 5 of this year.

Faeries Friday

                                            Image from the Internet  

Heat, Handsome Men, and Sisters

                                             (Image from Pinterest)
This just really summed up how I'm feeling today.  Hot weather wipes me out and I can't remember it ever being hotter up here than it is right now.  But, it could be worse.  Down in the San Bernardino valley where my sister lives it's 113 degrees F.  Thank God/dess her air conditioner is working.  She's over 80 years old and she just can't take the heat anymore.  (But don't tell her that; she'll probably verbally annihilate you and there might be some slapping involved, too.  I know this from experience).  I was down there today looking for a replacement air conditioner for the bedroom one but had no luck.  It seems everyone's air conditioner is broken!

I stopped by my sister's for some sweet tea before starting the drive back home and I'm so glad I did!  She was working in her garden and when I said, "Sissy, don't you think it's too hot for you to be out here?" she replied, "NO!  I swan, if you don't stop trying to..." and then she fainted!  I caught her before she hit the ground, thank goodness.  I called the Paramedics and they wanted to take her to the emergency room but she refused.  I was really worried, but when she started flirting with one of the Paramedics, a very buff, handsome young man (about SIXTY YEARS younger than her!) I knew she'd be just fine.  Me, I'm not so sure about.  Why?  Because, after they'd left and we'd both had several glasses of sweet tea, she looked at me thoughtfully and said, "You know, it's been quite a while since I've had that many handsome young men paying attention to me...I just may have to faint more often!"

Too Hot...and, OF COURSE!

I think this Gilded Flicker woodpecker dislikes the hot temperatures as much as I do.  We're getting our share of the heat wave that has been scorching the rest of the country here in the Southern California mountains now. We had lovely black clouds earlier in the day that looked like they meant business, thunder rumbled around, but not a drop of rain fell.  Selfish clouds.

So, of course, the air conditioner in the master bedroom chooses today to die.  And, of course, I didn't find that out until a few minutes ago. The temperature has dropped from 94 degrees to 78 degrees Fahrenheit outside (which is a record for 9:30 at night up here, usually our lows are in the high 50's) but up on the third floor it is a sweltering 103 degrees, even though the attic fan has been on all day.  I've got all the windows open, but there's not a breeze to be found. 

My husband says he's going to sleep in the bedroom anyway because he'd rather be hot than eaten alive by mosquitoes.  Me?  I'm heading for the couch in my studio.  The air conditioner is working there! (Uh oh, I'd better knock on wood so I don't jinx that air conditioner).

Sigh...I hope we have a really early, cold, wet Autumn.

Malcolm Mews

I can't sit here?  Why not, Dad?  Why else would it be SO warm if it's not for sitting?

Really?  Are you completely sure about that, Dad?  I think I'd better check with a higher authority....

      MOMMM, I have a question!

Practical Magic Thoughts on August

"Always keep mint on your windowsills in August, to ensure the buzzing flies will stay outside where they belong...never presume August is a safe or reliable time of year.  It is the season of reversals, when the birds no longer sing in the mornings and the evenings are made up of equal parts golden light and black clouds."  Alice Hoffman, 'Practical Magic'

Sunday Sunlight

I took this on July 9, 2011, after we had a very unexpected, very welcome, but very brief rain shower.  I'm fascinated by light and shadow...rain drops on a cherry in dappled sunlight was irresistible!  After I took the photo I ate the cherry.  I figured the birds wouldn't mind if I took just one.  (I have to admit, though, it tasted so good that I came back and picked a few more...but I was careful to leave plenty for the birds).

The Doldrums

                           (The window ledge outside my studio) 

My mind has been stuck in the doldrums of summer lately, or becalmed as my brother would say when we were sailing off the coast of California and the wind died.  Usually at those times a fog would also surround us and that could be pretty scary if we happened to be close to the shipping lanes.  I feel like my mind is fogged in, too.  Any activity that requires more thinking than lifting a glass of sweet tea (iced tea), reading a not too challenging book, or picking the dead blossoms off flowers has just been beyond me.  I haven't even been doing too well at the dead blossom thing, as you can tell from the photo above.  And, the brain fog is getting thicker as I write this...I think I'll go to bed.

I See You

(Blogger cut off part of this photo, so left click to see the whole photo). I took this while I was sitting working on a painting in my studio.  The big window I sit in front of faces out onto my little fenced in 'secret garden' area and the forest.  I've taken to keeping my camera handy lately after years of looking up from working and thinking 'Oh, that would be a wonderful photo, if only I had my camera...' 
These two photos are a little blurry, but I'm amazed they came out at all.  The Dogwood tree the butterfly is sitting in is about 60 feet away and it was windy on the day I took this.  There is a Dogwood right outside the window, but, of course, it wouldn't land there.
This is one of the biggest Swallowtail Butterflies I've ever seen.  It's on the leaf of a Pacific Dogwood, which is the only kind of Dogwood indigenous to the West, and their leaves average about 5 to 6 inches across. 
The only problem now that I'm keeping my camera close by is that I'm doing more looking than painting!  And, apparently, being looked at...

Where Bloggers Create, 2012

This blog party is being hosted by Karen Valentine of My Desert Cottage.  Click on the first link on the right to visit some really fantastic studios! And...welcome to my studio!  Walking through the open door, this is what you would see above: My tree, which I leave up all year round.  In my studio, it is always Winter, always Christmas (and Halloween, as you will see).

This chair is directly to the right of the fireplace.

Looking a bit to the left...

This is what I see when I'm standing in front of the hearth looking back.  (That mirror on the right is there because I haven't decided where to put it yet).  You can see part of a small bathroom way in the back on the right.

 This is where I do most of my painting.  It has a little sink close by, which is handy when I work in watercolor.

A few of my Windsor and Newton Alkyds.  This is directly to my left when I'm sitting in my chair.

And my easel is just behind me if I turn around.

This is what's on the easel right now.  It's a preliminary drawing (which is not showing up too well; left click on it to see it better) of a girl riding a polar bear under the Northern Lights with the Brooks Range of Alaska in the background.  The colors of the lights will be reflected in the snow and there will be Faeries flitting around the bear and the girl.  I'll probably do this painting in Alkyds.

This is a little 'kitchen' area to the right of the sink.  There is a small refrigerator under the counter and a microwave on the counter across from this one. I have to have my tea and scones!

Looking back towards the fireplace.  The Reindeer is Prancer.  My husband is so wonderful, he knows I'm only 8 years old at heart and bought Prancer for me to indulge that little 8 year old.  My small great-great-nieces are convinced that Prancer can magically fly through the walls every night and up to the North Pole to visit Santa. 

This is Minette Mouse.  She's great at coming up with ideas for paintings...

and wonderfully efficient at keeping my brushes for various mediums separated and in their proper containers!

This painting was one of Minette's ideas.

This is a painting that I taught my students how to do when I was teaching Decorative Painting.

My mother crocheted all the doilies and the covering over the table behind Prancer, which is actually a twin sized bedspread.  She always said that crocheting wasn't an art, but I firmly believe it is!  Sadly, I didn't get her gift for crocheting, but instead got my Nonna's gift for painting.  Well, a little bit of it; she was a much, much better painter than I can ever hope to be.

The sewing basket underneath the cricket (it's always lucky to have a cricket on the hearth, don't you know) was my Nonna's, then my Mama's and now mine.  The Fairy Tale Book was given to me by my Father in 1955.

My wonderful husband built this studio for me in 1998 and bought the sterling tea service on the right of the table as an anniversary present that same year.  It was the first thing I put in the studio!

When I'm not painting, I love sitting on the couch, especially when it's chilly enough to have a fire in the fireplace.  This is not just a studio for me to work in, it's my sanctuary, my refuge.  I love being surrounded by things my family has made, used, or given to me; it's like they're right here with me.  Sometimes my husband and I have dinner in front of the fire.  He says it's the only time he gets to visit the painting I did for him, which hangs over the mantel, lol.  I keep meaning to paint something else to hang there so he can put this painting in his den, but, so far, Minette Mouse hasn't come up with an idea. 

I hope you enjoyed your visit, and thank you so much for stopping by! 

Wordless Wednesday - Drifting

Happy 4th, everyone.

July Full Moon

Everything is nice and calm tonight (touch wood), but it won't be that way tomorrow night...sigh.

Sunday Sunlight

Shadows and light, colors and their reflections, colors that try to hide in the shadows of white...

International Faery Day

Rosina, who usually hangs out in my back garden, says, "Don't forget, today is International Faeries Day!  We'll be celebrating all evening and all through the night, until the stars go back to sleep for the day.  Keep your eyes open...you just might see one of us!"

Faeries Friday

"Sometimes Fairy stories may say best what's to be said."  C. S. Lewis  (photo from Pinterest ).