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Fine Art Friday Revisited
Girl with Peaches by Valentin Serov (1887)
I’m listening to Understanding Russia, A Cultural History. When Professor Hartnett mentioned this painting, on a whim, I sat down at my computer and searched for it.
And fell in love.
Serov’s own commentary:
All I wanted was freshness,
that special freshness that you can always feel in real life
and don’t see in paintings.
I painted it for over a month and tortured her, poor child, to death,
because I wanted to preserve the freshness in the finished painting,
as you can see in old works by great masters.
Apparently, this portrait is used in many internet memes in Russia. I think that indicates how much this piece is part of their culture.
It’s new to me, and I’m delighted with it.
Six Word Saturday 8/31
Why I garden:
To make bruschetta.
A Walk to Remember: 12th Street
A Walk to Remember: Fox Hill
I’ve long had an idea for a series of posts
entitled A Walk to Remember.
I’m a moment-hoarder,
a memory-grasper,
knowing how easily they get
plowed under by the thrum of life.
Two things were special about today.
I woke up at 4:25 a.m., a personal best!
For a lifelong night owl,
that’s a victory in itself. {laughter}
To be precise, it’s not unheard of
to wake up with a 4 on the clock.
But to get up and walk out the door?
Unfathomable.
My co-workers are fitness gurus.
The kind that participate in Warrior Dashes,
look for “Fun” runs (???!!! #interrobang)
and organize triathlons.
The only “selfie” I took.
Last summer they started walking up Fox Hill
on Sunday mornings.
I couldn’t join them because it conflicted
with my music commitments at church.
They decided to hike up Fox Hill on Friday
this week, so I could join them!
This is a picture of endurance.
I needed it today!
The second special thing? I made it to the top!
Eastern Oregon doesn’t resemble the lush green
images of Oregon that most people imagine.
These high green hills will soon be dun.
But today they are simply splendid!
A Winter Travelogue
We wanted to honor our friend (my next door neighbor from Lombard, IL) and his family at his memorial service six hours away. The Pacific Northwest has been pounded with winter storms this weekend. As we studied the radar it looked like there was a break in the weather, when we could thread the needle and get through. We decided to give it a try. Except for a few dicey spots, the trip was a blessing.
Chapter 1 Setting Off
This, my friends, is Eastern Oregon.
Dry pavement. Yes!
Deer crossing
Welcome, Holly! This sign has been a source of delight for decades.
Chapter 2 Investment Opportunities
This stark landscape reminds me of the Midwest. Or Scandinavia.
A fine barn
I imagine homesteaders lived here once upon a time. Or, perhaps a school?
The detail on this fine old barn thrills me.
Roof needs repaired. Air conditioning free.
It was Tiny before Tiny Houses were cool
Chapter 3 Birds and Such
We’ve never seen so many hawks on posts. Here, there, here again. Sidenote: I over-helped my son write a paper on the red-tail hawk in 1993. I’ve never forgotten the scientific name: buteo jamaicensis. Isn’t it weird what sticks to the inside of your brain?
This horse has been studying and applying the Marie Kondo method.
Hawk perched in a tree.
Waterfowl feeding
I am drawn to lonely trees
Chapter 4 Coming Home on the Rattlesnake
Driving south towards Lewiston
I wonder how this highway was named The Rattlesnake?
Looking down from above
It descends, slithers along the floor of the canyon (see center of picture),
and slinks upward to the next plateau.
S-curves superabound
Sidling up to the mountain
Chapter 5 Watch for the Light
Coming into the Wallowas, spots of blue sky
A shroud of clouds cannot cover it. The light still shines.
Light and shadow. And a lonely tree.
Luminous
Winter glory
Bonus Chapter: Deer and Elk
Outside of Enterprise, deer feeding
Outside of Imbler, elk herding
I don’t have the skill to convey this magnificent sight: about 300 elk
Walking, loping, bunching together
Move ’em out!
Bull supervising the exodus
Thyme in a Bottle
I harvested and dried thyme from my herb garden. This morning I painstakingly picked the leaves off the branches while I caught up on a few of my favorite podcasts. What you see represents two to three hands-on hours. Yep.
Curt (my husband) raised an eyebrow when the slow speed of the progress registered in his brain. Really, Babe? was what his face said. “You have NO IDEA of the preciousness of thyme,” was my curt reply. 🙂 I don’t see it as a waste of time to work on thyme.
This is year 2 of the thyme revolution. It’s a life-changer! If you have a shred of belief in aromatherapy, you might comprehend the fund of joy I receive when I unscrew this lid and smell my dried thyme. Especially in February. Because I am a show-and-tell girl down to my DNA, I have been known to make visitors take a whiff.
“That spice cabinet is amazing!” they say.
“Thank you,” I politely say. “Smell my thyme.”
