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I love it. Your poems and your voice. The artist within me appreciates your eagle picture as well.
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Not only are things created on my homestead but grown as well. The corn is Meerschaum Pipe and White Lighting Corn. In the photo, the corn is fourteen and a half feet tall, but topped out at nineteen feet nine inches by the end of the summer.
I started out on piano, switched to drums, picked up the banjo, then guitar and bass, now mandolin. Chicks dig drummers. .........or so I was told.
I remember your pair guitar photo.![]()
I'm sneaky like that.![]()
This titled "Apocolyptic Structure" It is life as I see it, rather chaotic, scary yet whimsical.
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Pointillism. This is a piece that I have not finished, a piece started back 20 years ago and unsigned. Sometimes you find someone that gets you, enjoys you and finds a way into your heart. When they leave, you do almost anything to get the pain out, you can't. Once they enter into your heart, they are in your blood. As with pointillism, these are all dots and no straight lines.
Thank you Sassy, I think a lot of people can relate to this piece.
My drive to work on an Autumn day. The view is beautiful, don't you agree?
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The same neck of the woods as the photo above, just colder.
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
The morning view overlooking my pasture. The railroad lies just under the horizontal haze. Trees are sycamore, maple, walnut, oak and locust. The fields beyond the trees will be soybean this year. It's a grand view, don't you think?
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After twenty-two years absent from drawing basically in any format, I was asked to draw something that represented an individual and myself. For us, lions were the obvious choice. Here is a lion and little lion drawn in the pointillism style, no straight lines only dots. There are thousands upon thousands of dots in the dark areas alone.
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