You captured the beach and your grands so beautifully.. We're going to also see ocean and grands this weekend (not in the same place though!) Mr. & Mrs Oriole still live... xo
Beautiful painting and a lovely missive to go with it.
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Great job Pamela! I thought it was a picture at first.
Anonymous said…
Nice work - if that is for the Thank-You card, I think they will like it.
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did you do this? so neat .. next time you do a contest put the prize as a painting you ahve done.. i'll try really hard i promise!!! just let me knwo your doing it!!
Good job on the painting. I am sure g'ma and g'pa Dave's folks will appreciate the hand-painted thank you card. Now you need to paint a big one for my wall.
Ok, is it fair that some people are talented artists, talented photographers (that pic of Buttercup and the Kite is exquisite), talented writers...just talented. I guess so. I'm just happy I know where to find you...you talented lady. Where are we going next week?
Did you just paint that? I need to learn how to do water like you. Last week we were at both the beach and the mountains. I didn't want to come home. And it did rain.
Don't talk about rain or I will get a nervous breakdown ! It's still raining and cold over here if somebody talks about global warming I will kill him !
I love that painting! And yes, the Oregon coast is nice, isn't it? But I don't think I'd choose to live there- too many overcast days make me feel dreary. But I am overdue for a coastal visit! And I loved the little kite story below! :)
When there is an inversion and the fog rolls into a shivery valley it is both dangerous and breathtaking. Walking on the gravelly path seems stable, but even the small twigs that stick up around the edges grab onto the moisture and create little artistic ice crystals. a male house finch adds a spot of color! After a few days of this wintery chill, a warm Chinook wind blew in. It was probably pushed ahead of what the weatherman called an "atmospheric river" which drenched the west siders way beyond seasonal norms. It is forecast that Christmas will be warm and no white stuff falling. At least not here. **** May there be moments of peace and hope in your hearts as you celebrate this holiday. Hug each other. Feed the birds ****
Our Fun Monday Host this week is Molly, Return of the White Robin . She requested that we share a fond memory of childhood and some pictures. There are very few pictures of my childhood. There are, however, many memories. Little snippets of sounds and smells raced through my mind today as I tried to find a trail to follow. I jotted down many that I hoped would provide me with an idea for today's assignment. Then, I realized that these little bits and pieces are part of the jig saw puzzle of me -- of who I am. You don't have to put them together, but I think you'll see the picture. Childhood Memories The chorus of frogs from the pond in the lower pasture that lulled us to sleep on warm summer nights. Catching polliwogs in the creek that disappeared several pastures over into a foliage camouflaged ravine. The distinct sweet smell of new born kittens inside a barrel in the fruit house The hunt for the elusive Tiger Lily in the open fields, and the pungent s...
Quirky Lisa (Lisa's Chaos) is today's Hostess with the mostess quirks. She used the following instructions to enlighten us about today's topic: A quirk is defined as a peculiarity of action, behavior, or personality; mannerism. We are all unique individuals, having quirks that help make us who we are. I would like to know what your quirks are. Confess to one, confess to ten, you decide. Just come back Monday ready to spill the beans, the rest of the world may look at you like you are from Mars, but you‘re among friends here. We won’t laugh, in fact that eccentricity just may endear you to us more. Well ...I'm being as quirky as Swampwitch today. I'm sorta following the rules, and sorta not. Instead of hearing about my boring quirkiness, you are being treated to an old story about a quirky cat. * * * * Daggett was a cat with very odd behavior. I like to think she channeled my monthly mood swings. But, her excuse may be that her head was slightly injured in a c...
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Great colour in the painting,thanks
for dropping by.
I can take he beach but I'm happy where I am right now...Stay Well.
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I love the mountains..
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I love the prairie
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I LOVE how you captured your grandchildren in your watercolour.
Very good!
We're going to also see ocean and grands this weekend (not in the same place though!)
Mr. & Mrs Oriole still live...
xo
Especially like how you made the wet beach with reflections... well done!
I could live at the beach easily... I didn't name my blog 'Loves Rain' for nothing!!
i love the ocean
i desperatly miss the ocean!!
Lovely painting...you are very talented.
Beautiful painting!
Where are we going next week?
I don't know if I could handle all the humidity near the beach. I thought it was terribly muggy today when we had 55% humidity!
Here's hugs for the day!!!!
And I loved the little kite story below! :)
But I'm not sure I could give up the mountains...sigh.
And Willowtree must be disappointed in his dog tooth. :-(
Have a good weekend, Pamela!
I'll pop in again for a visit.
Have you ever heard of Carolyn Blish? This scene is like some of her beach scenes...
:)