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MelissaBaby

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In The Adventures of Ranger Ramona, which I published almost four and a half years ago, I wrote a scene of Ramona moving into the rustic cabin provided for new rangers, as she prepares for her first assignment with the Maine Forest Service.

Ramona is young and idealistic. To become a Maine Forest Ranger has been her lifelong dream.

As I wrote the scene, I remembered a print of a painting that I had seen as a child, in a relative's house. I knew nothing about its origin, but it was the sort of thing that a child would find captivating. I hadn't thought of it in years, but it came to my mind as Ramona explored her new home.

The walls were bare, except for a poster above the table emblazoned "Women of Baywatch", and a small framed picture next to the door. Ramona stepped closer and looked carefully at the picture. It was a faded print of a painting. A lamb cowered in a snow bank while a collie stood over it, its head thrown back, howling for help as the snow swirled around them.

She stared at the painting. She found it oddly, almost embarrassingly, moving. That's us, she thought, looking closely at the collie. That's the Rangers. That's me.

Today I received an email from a reader in Canada, the first I've gotten through the private feedback function in about a year.

He described himself as a man in his seventies. He told me that he he was startled at the scene with the picture, because he'd had a similar print above his bed when he was a child. He had not thought of it in years, but it brought back a flood of memories for him, for which he offered me a touching gratitude.

He was spurred to do some research about the picture. It's titled "Found" and was painted in 1900 by a British artist named Walter Hunt.

We put our words, our stories, our thoughts and feelings out without any way of knowing who they might reach. in most cases, we will never know. But know and then a voice speaks back, and tells us they were found.


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In The Adventures of Ranger Ramona, which I published almost four and a half years ago, I wrote a scene of Ramona moving into the rustic cabin provided for new rangers, as she prepares for her first assignment with the Maine Forest Service.

Ramona is young and idealistic. To become a Maine Forest Ranger has been her lifelong dream.

As I wrote the scene, I remembered a print of a painting that I had seen as a child, in a relative's house. I knew nothing about its origin, but it was the sort of thing that a child would find captivating. I hadn't thought of it in years, but it came to my mind as Ramona explored her new home.



Today I received an email from a reader in Canada, the first I've gotten through the private feedback function in about a year.

He described himself as a man in his seventies. He told me that he he was startled at the scene with the picture, because he'd had a similar print above his bed when he was a child. He had not thought of it in years, but it brought back a flood of memories for him, for which he offered me a touching gratitude.

He was spurred to do some research about the picture. It's titled "Found" and was painted in 1900 by a British artist named Walter Hunt.

We put our words, our stories, our thoughts and feelings out without any way of knowing who they might reach. in most cases, we will never know. But know and then a voice speaks back, and tells us they were found.


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My mom had one of those prints. Heck, it may even still be in a storage unit.
Small world.
 
We put our words, our stories, our thoughts and feelings out without any way of knowing who they might reach. in most cases, we will never know. But know and then a voice speaks back, and tells us they were found.

It happens. Every now and then I get told how my descriptions of I/T remind the reader of how they banged their mother, no pictures though.

My fans are slacking.
 
In The Adventures of Ranger Ramona, which I published almost four and a half years ago, I wrote a scene of Ramona moving into the rustic cabin provided for new rangers, as she prepares for her first assignment with the Maine Forest Service.

Ramona is young and idealistic. To become a Maine Forest Ranger has been her lifelong dream.

As I wrote the scene, I remembered a print of a painting that I had seen as a child, in a relative's house. I knew nothing about its origin, but it was the sort of thing that a child would find captivating. I hadn't thought of it in years, but it came to my mind as Ramona explored her new home.



Today I received an email from a reader in Canada, the first I've gotten through the private feedback function in about a year.

He described himself as a man in his seventies. He told me that he he was startled at the scene with the picture, because he'd had a similar print above his bed when he was a child. He had not thought of it in years, but it brought back a flood of memories for him, for which he offered me a touching gratitude.

He was spurred to do some research about the picture. It's titled "Found" and was painted in 1900 by a British artist named Walter Hunt.

We put our words, our stories, our thoughts and feelings out without any way of knowing who they might reach. in most cases, we will never know. But know and then a voice speaks back, and tells us they were found.

What I find rather disturbing is these fuckers in the background:

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Fucking seagulls are always where you least want them.
 
What I find rather disturbing is these fuckers in the background:

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Fucking seagulls are always where you least want them.
Those are not seagulls...

When I read that passage, my mind went immediately to this painting, which is officially titled "Anguish" but in my heart will always be "Dramatic Sheep": https://www.ngv.vic.gov.au/explore/collection/work/4344/ I wonder if Hunt was influenced by Schenck, or if that was just a common theme at the time.
 
What I find rather disturbing is these fuckers in the background:

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Fucking seagulls are always where you least want them.

When I moved to Colorado I went on a hike along the great divide and came to lake at ~ 12000’ elevation. This was about as far from the ocean as you can get in the US, and yep. A flock of fucking seagulls was up there.

That said, I’m thinking the birds in the painting might be intended to be ravens. 🐦‍⬛
 
Those are not seagulls...

When I read that passage, my mind went immediately to this painting, which is officially titled "Anguish" but in my heart will always be "Dramatic Sheep": https://www.ngv.vic.gov.au/explore/collection/work/4344/ I wonder if Hunt was influenced by Schenck, or if that was just a common theme at the time.

Those Victorians were some dark fuckers.

If Robert Smith and Siouxsie Sioux were walking down the street in 1880's London, people would stop and stare and ask "What are those silly gits so cheerful about?"
 
When I moved to Colorado I went on a hike along the great divide and came to lake at ~ 12000’ elevation. This was about as far from the ocean as you can get in the US, and yep. A flock of fucking seagulls was up there.

That said, I’m thinking the birds in the painting might be intended to be ravens. 🐦‍⬛

Ramona would know, but she didn't say.
 
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