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An early 1900’s photo of a woman reading in a rocking chair in a field. I think she must be one of my ancestors!
It's been ages since I posted a photo of one of my original paintings on here. This is a water colour I did many years ago when I lived in Canada.
Beautiful day ... today I took the "Moxinator" for a walk down by the lake. Found a stray tennis ball at the courts (a big bonus for her!) and stopped by at the community clubhouse to sit for a spell. The birds were chirping happily, though otherwise it was very quiet. Perfect.
Founded by the Smiley Family in 1869, their Victorian castle resort is nestled in the Hudson Valley, only 90 miles north of New York City. Surrounded by 40,000 acres of pristine forest and protected wildlife, our National Historic Landmark resort offers farm-to-table cuisine and an award-winning spa.
The National Park Service employs a lot of landscape architects and a fair number of graphic designers. You see their work here - a design of the visitor center porch that is clearly intended to invoke a neighborly location in the American South from decades past. You wouldn't see this design in New Mexico or Montana.
The Sky Hermit guards the entrance to the Aloft Kingdom. The dark path to the realm can only be enlightened with his lighthouse. Not one single soul is granted passage without his permission.
His only weakness is sweet pastries.
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This build is part of the RebelLUG Archipelego collab.
A great chair at a winery from a few years ago. Makes me want to be sitting outside on a summer's day and be rocking away.
Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
From The Poems of Dylan Thomas, published by New Directions. Copy
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Outfit: Dolce Cleo Carrie Mini Dress - all proceeds from sale of this outfit benefit Medecins Sans Frontieres
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