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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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Memories of an Artist
One of my earliest artsy moments was sitting at the kitchen table colouring with my mom. She carefully outlined the outside edge of her subject with her wax crayon, then made little circular motions until all the space was delicately filled in. I used to watch her in awe and think, “When I grow up I want to be an artist just like my mom” My mother unlatched the creative door of my mind and allowed me to explore all kinds of mediums and styles at a very young age. She never seemed to mind when I’d eagerly cut open the back of the cereal box to get the primitive water colour paint by…
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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…
