a new year, a new day

trying to add some sparkle to my life with a sudden interest in glitter


and sunlight with its various manifestations always brings sparkle to my life





wishing for you sunlight and much sparkle for your January days

sometimes my dance with autumn

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I look all about me on the misty, moisty, dew filled morning. The trees are covered with frosting, hanging heavy. I stop to be reminded, only November, still November. Sometimes my dance with autumn is more like a gliding, sliding, fairy ride skiing. On these days, I need often stop to do the math. Still November. Still autumn. Yes, each season has three months. There are four seasons. Still autumn. 

That excitement building makes me dream on the winter wonderland. I must block those visions of long, cold January. I must block those visions of sometimes smothering March. As I glide in this seeming winter wonderland, though still autumn, I embrace the beauty of the day.











I grasp hold of the magic. Vow never to let it slide away.



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sometimes my dance with autumn

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sometimes my dance with autumn is about dancing 

with the excitement 

of blazing orange fading off  into gentler

muted tones

with a wispy dress

floating around me 

trying to carry me up

into the vast

beyond

I feel the need

to linger

to dance without thought
then meander

slowly

gently

into that glorious

pathway

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serendipitous sunset

serendipitous sunset
sliding serenely 
into the sea

sending shivers
through my spine

Ah, how sensuous ~ 

Actually I live in the wide expanse of prairie in central Saskatchewan. Sometimes the autumn golden fields look more like a wide expanse of sea. 



 And truly our province is diverse.





Wishing you much saffron serendipity as you traverse the autumn pathway.

Home is in your heart:
This is the mantra I'm trying to hold in my head at the moment. We're trying to get the bids in for just the painting as we can't really move back into our house until it's done. We got frustrated when we learned on Friday that the insurance adjuster had taken the day off and we'd have to wait until today, Tuesday, to get approval to get just the bids for the painting in AND we know the adjuster won't be in again tomorrow because of a funeral. Big sigh.
We also know it will be quite some time until the kitchen cupboards will be built and the new flooring for back entrance, stairs and basement installed.
Patience Wendy (:

On the really positive side is the fact that the cleaning crew is pretty much finished in the house AND my studio does not need painting or other work. So I can be back over there and get back to creating. I actually did some contact paper transfers on the weekend. One turned out quite beautifully. I also found some wood at the farm I will be able to use for painting on and an old box, bottomless, which I love. Greg will be so kind as to put a bottom on for me (:

At the top is one of Jessie Marion King's images with a whole lot of paint chips on it. I'll try to show you the colours we chose in next couple of days.

I must be away. I'll try to have more for you on Thursday, back to Saskatoon tomorrow.

angels be with you

Post two for today. Please view the first below this one. Click on the time for this post (4:00 p.m.) at the very bottom of it so the music from the two slide shows do not compete. And please feel free to leave an anonymous comment if you don't have blogger.

It's all about clouds. The majority of these were taken to the west as I waited for the harvest moon to rise on Wednesday evening, and then for curiosity to be sated as I watched the storm roll in over my home - off to the right.
I love the clouds, using my imagination of what they are, besides angels.

I would mention that if you want to see a larger version of the slideshow and also be able to see the others I've made you can click on "view all images".

Angels be with you,
Wendy XO

She looked to the setting sun: The theme this week for inspire me Thursday is watercolor. I think I tried that theme once before and just never got back to the watercolours. I often think I should try to do more sketching and painting but, when I get into my 200th year perhaps, maybe heaven? I started with too much paint, not enough water. It got too dark.









After it dried I misted it with a very light spray of tiny pink in water. That lightened it quite nicely.










I thought it was a pretty boring piece so decided to add the tree, and some words, and the angel. For those I used caran d'ache crayons and a silver marker. I got a bit carried away with the marker on the angel. Oh well. Notice the wind blowing gently through her hair. Hmm, I think the wind is blowing her skirt in the other direction. A spinny angel? Reminds me of someone I know.



Angels be with you,
Wendy

evening clouds - taken at farm on Saturday night. I love how the clouds turned out. Please click to visit this picture on flickr and view on black. Mmmmm

Surprising sunset: We were at the farm for the weekend. They'd been predicting rain for Saturday night and Sunday. I was busy Saturday evening with preparing a couple of books for altering when I glanced out the window and KNEW I had to go outside with camera in hand. Cat helped me quickly prepare. There were a couple of things I needed to finish - cover for the egg carton lid full of glue for those pages, sponge soppy with glue to hastily apply. I needed to find my rubber boots because of nasty beasties in the tall dry grass I needed to walk through. And then ~

Sun setting at Creekside - November 11

End of the day: At the end of the day