Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to all of you from our house to yours.  This is a picture of our Christmas tree this year.  Several of the ornaments were made by my parents and me when I was a teenager.  Dad has passed on.  Mom is slowing down.  I'm getting along.  But, when decorating this tree each year with these ornaments, I am flashed back to the 60's with Mom, Dad and me making ornaments at the dining room table, decorating the tree, Mom making her divinity, and me wondering what I was going to get for Christmas.  In the background, Bing Crosby was singing, White Christmas", Brenda Lee was singing, "Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree," and me crying the first time I heard "Little Drummer Boy."  The ornaments on this tree represent the early part of my family and the later years when the ornaments were hung on the tree at my house with my husband and 2 little boys.  And the same music played on.......  Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas.

BOA BABES AND THE NAKED COWBOY

Hello Folks.  Here is a watercolor I did of the Boa Babes (see previous post) posing with the Naked Cowboy in Times Square.  It was so much fun.  We four friends were on our yearly NYC jaunt and we happened upon the Naked Cowboy. So we gathered around him, stuffed money in his boot, and had a passerby take our picture.  When Wanda, Ruth, Pat and I went to NYC, we often lost our daily inhibitions and could become rather boisterous.  But that was the point of the trip, wasn't it?  Thanks for passing by.

Thunderhead

This picture was inspired by a photograph I saw in a magazine. Nature provides us with so many beautiful images as well as questions. Why is this thundercloud orange and purple? Was the sun way up high over white clouds and a cold front began rolling in low from somewhere? What did it look like as a person on the earth stared up above? Did they just see the purple bottom but not the plume of orange and white above it? The perspective I chose was one of a person on a hill overlooking the valley who could see all of it. In our own lives, we often have a gorgeous "top plume" that we present to the world, but we can have a purple gathering of emotions beneath, can't we? Thanks for tuning in.

Hi folks. This is me. I seem to recall that I am "air" conducting a version of my song, "I'll Be Coming Home" for a family friend. The song is about someone who is far away but is thinking of home and asking his or her loved ones to keep the porchlight burning for they are coming home.