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Tom Thomson visits Canoe Lake Cemetery: Uncut Version”

Tom Thomson visits Canoe Lake Cemetery: Uncut Version".

Happy Anniversary | Aug 30 1996

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Working on a card for my husband.

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Front of card.

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Back of card.

Harvest Moon
Neil Young

Come a little bit closer
Hear what I have to say

Just like children sleepin’
We could dream this night away.

But there’s a full moon risin’
Let’s go dancin’ in the light

We know where the music’s playin’
Let’s go out and feel the night.

Because I’m still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I’m still in love with you
On this harvest moon.

When we were strangers
I watched you from afar

When we were lovers
I loved you with all my heart.

But now it’s gettin’ late
And the moon is climbin’ high

I want to celebrate
See it shinin’ in your eye.

Because I’m still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I’m still in love with you
On this harvest moon.

Tom Thomson’s Last Spring

Clever Blog: http://ttlastspring.com/author/ttlastspring/

George Perdue – The ‘Other’ Defiant Spirit

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As part of my creative journey, I took oil painting lessons from George Perdue. George is a ‘plein air’ painter and some day I hope to do some of this.

I love George’s painting style and his use of colour. The colours are contrasty and vibrate.

I asked George if I could see how he organizes his studio [I thought if I could see a working studio, it would help me make sense of all the supplies. M-m-m more time for painting]. Leah took photos and video [thank you Leah] – so I could take in the studio unimpeded.

I say ‘Other’ Defiant Spirit, because I am reading [trying to read… it’s just taking me  long time] Ross King’s – Defiant Spirits about the Group of Seven. George has already finished the book.

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Talking about oil paint.

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George’s studio – great light.

george_purdue_workThe easel.

george_purdue_rightRight of the easel.

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Left of the easel – paints.

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The palette. Glass is easy to clean.

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Thumbnail sketches – for composition, light values and notes.

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Work in progress.

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French easel – great for plein air – versatile, sturdy, big, but can be heavy. Algonquin Park? Will travel.

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Beautiful brushes!

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Portable palette.

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Lake O’Hara. The tranquility and peace vs. the strength of the mountains… wow!

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George’s coffee.

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Thank you George.

Walk To Main St.

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I took this beautiful wooly shot yesterday walking to Main St. It’s in an urban neighborhood. Huh? Who knew.

I thought I’d post this photo while I am thinking about how to present the many ideas for blog posts I have swimming around my muddled brain. They all involve photos. I have to be happy with the end result… that’s my dilemma.

Thinking…thinking…thinking…

Have I said how much I am enjoying my iPhone camera. What’s the best camera? The one you have ‘with’ you!

#340 Feeling it in your bones – Neil Pasricha

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I just love this piece from Neil Pasricha’s 1000awesomethings.com or The Book of Awesome. I signed myself up for the 1000 Awesome Things e-mail (and app come to think of it) so I am bombarded by awesomeness a couple of times a day… and you know… I am totally ok with that. Reading the online comments, makes me feel at home. Thank you Neil!

“Born and blasted into the world you’re a baby brain with wide eyes, chubby legs, and cloudy thoughts. Mom lifts you and picks you, eyes open and close, and fogs rise and settle. Tears stream and faces scream as your swirling brain twists and turns into thoughts…

Nothing makes sense till it does.

Nothing feels right till it does.”

More…

Pink

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Posting this picture is so unlike me. Why? Because this pink flower seems so vulnerable, soft and delicate. Yet it lives in this world which can be cruel and terrifying at times. I think that’s why I like it – because of the contrast in qualities. There’s nothing more engaging than a waif standing up to a bully and holding her own. A homeless child? I think not. You go Pinky – the feisty girl!

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