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Another group of random photos. 286: Winter time! The first ice of the season. 287: Sleep, I am one of those people that needs a decent amount of sleep to make it through the day, 7-8 hours at least! 288: I love this shot! I like the contrast, composition and how my hair looks. 289: I really like this one as well. Perhaps because it was winter this one turned out looking like ice.


“Welcome, winter. Your late dawns and chilled breath make me lazy, but I love you nonetheless.” ~Terri Guillemets


“If people were meant to pop out of bed, we’d all sleep in toasters.” ~Author unknown, attributed to Jim Davis


“Nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days.” ~Doug Larson


“Silence has already spoken” ~Agnete M. Kirkevaag


Both of these shots were taken at the Petersburg Regional Art Center where I had my art studio. I had gone up there alone one night after a stressful day. I wanted to work on some art. I had this great idea for a mixed media painting on a large canvas. I was inspired to use some of the rotting and rusty crap my parent’s hoard in their backyard. I had found this long rusty porch swing chain and sealed it. Then I got to painting the canvas. That is what I was doing this night. I went up to my studio on the third floor and realized I needed to use the bathroom. Of course the bathroom is on the second floor. So I tramped through the spooky more than a century old building at night to the second floor. I took the first shot in the beveled bathroom mirror. Even though it’s a bad cell phone pic I like it. I like the double reflection of the bevel. I also like the way that I look, that is usually rare. The second shot is my hand after I had a very successful painting session. It was emotional, I used all the stress of the day and months and put it into that painting. The finished product can be seen below.


“Each of us is something of a schizophrenic personality, tragically divided against ourselves.” ~Martin Luther King, Jr.


“When painting, an artist must take care not to trap his soul in the canvas.” ~Terri Guillemets



I was at the Killeen Civic Art Guild. I was working on a painting that ended up being an illustration for my poetry book, Articulate Cadaver. (Which can be purchased at the link provided.) I am not satisfied with this shot either. I think the flash is too harsh and the composition is lacking. I do enjoy the little details, like the paint on my fingers and the curved tip of the brush. Not all these 365 photos can be winners.


“Sometimes, to pursue a new idea, the artist must forfeit his deposit on an old idea.” ~Robert Brault

One hundred and thirty-four

I had been working on my 4×6 exchange for the Art House Co-op; the finished product is below.  The idea was to create a 4×6 piece of original art, send it in and then you would get one in return. I haven’t gotten one yet, but they are busy people, so it might take longer than I thought. Sometimes I like to paint with my fingers. It gives me a bit more control and I love it. This was after I finished my piece. Love the colors mixed together and the blackness all around.

“All the other colors are just colors, but purple seems to have a soul. Purple is not just a noun and an adjective but also a verb – when you look at it, it’s looking back at you.” ~Uniek Swain

 “Layered Lady”:  mulberry paper, acrylic , colored pencil, crayon and rhinestones

One hundred & twenty-eight

Another paint day; I worked on my son’s fox painting and a painting for my poetry book. Unfortunately this was the last time I worked on either, really need to get back to it. However, working in oils is messy and time-consuming. I really haven’t had a good time to work with it again. I do not like this photo. I hate the flash, it’s too harsh. I tried to compensate for it with a vignette, but it just looks sloppy. Not every day can be a masterpiece and this day I was more interested in painting than photography.

“Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.”  ~Henry Ward Beecher

One hundred & eight

I had this idea a few years back to create animals paintings for the kids in my family based on the idea that if they were an animal what would they be. I did a bunny for my niece, a hawk for my nephew and this is for my son, the fox.  What animal would you be? I would be an owl. Now I have a daughter. Right now I think she would be a cute, chunky little baby bird. She might be different as she gets older, but that might be the painting she gets. I have a new niece just born today, about an hour ago! Who knows what she will be.

This was my second session of painting. It is coming along nicely. I’m doing it in oils, which I love, but don’t have as much experience in as acrylic or watercolor. I enjoy this photo almost as much as I enjoy my painting. Hoping to get back to is soon. I want to finish it, I have a million other ideas to start!

“Painting is silent poetry.”  ~Plutarch, Moralia


My Grandma had sent me this hand mirror, because she saw it and thought of me. I had it for a few days and thought it would be cool to get a reflection shot. I took many photos, most were bad. It was much harder than I thought it would be to get a decent shot. This was my favorite out of what I did take. The composition is nice, you can see that it’s mirror, I like that my eye is missing and that you can see both my hands, one reflected and one not. It’s not the best technical photo, but it is interesting.

“Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.” ~Jean Cocteau


Every winter of my adult life my hands turn to crud. They get red, dry, and painful. I think it’s partly hereditary, and partly my fault for sticking my hands in photo chemicals back in the day. They had been really bad for weeks when I took this photo. Ouch! Just looking at it makes me hurt. They are doing well now, it hasn’t been so cold the past couple weeks. Not the best photo, could have emphasized the red and dry more, but it was the best I could do without dragging out my studio light. Somedays you just don’t have time for all that.

“Winter is nature’s way of saying, “Up yours.”  ~Robert Byrne


It was just beginning to get really cold here in Central Texas. I had gotten this blanket out to sleep with. It was hand-made by someone in my family. I can’t remember who, I think my Aunt. It’s all shades of purple and I’ve had it since I was a little girl. I had started to get tired of taking photos of my face, so I started pointing the camera in different places. I really like how the composition turned out in this shot. Not sure how I feel about the editing, the colors or the black frame. It could be different and perhaps better, but when you are trying to pump out a photo a day they all can’t be masterpieces. Regardless I enjoy this one.


“You see, when weaving a blanket, an Indian woman leaves a flaw in the weaving of that blanket to let the soul out.” ~Martha Graham


Day fifty-nine I was working on some photo magnets, which you can see in the background. They are a relatively easy craft using flat glass marbles, photos, drawings, magazine cutouts, whatever and small button magnets. I use my own photos and art. I have 10 years of film prints stacked up in my art cabinet and this is a great way to reuse them for something creative. Here is my hand cutting out a circle of an image. I enjoy making these. They look pretty cool when they are complete. See below for a photo of completed magnets.

“Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.”  ~Twyla Tharp