PA Pictures
(subtitle: on the hunt - 248)
Conjuring up some images of coolness . . .
I got up one icy morning last year in October and walked some of the property I’d walked a thousand miles on as a kid. Stepping out the back door of the old homestead, I saw a hundred pines everywhere I looked. “That’s my Dad,” I said to myself.
I started walking and breathing in the cold brisk air. I stopped at the top of the hill and looked to my left at the row of Norway Spruce bordering a part of the property. The sun was up and just starting to warm the air a bit and I could see a sparkle from a couple of pine cones that hadn’t fallen yet. As I walked over to them I realized they were scaled with sap.
My sister saw this picture and she thought it represented the two of us, two pine cones left, still hanging on, waiting to fall. I love that interpretation!
In remembrance of Mom & Dad and my brother, John. I miss you all so much.
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I spent the day at the gallery working on projects that I am involved in for ArtsHop in November, so I’m now adding this to my list of “to do” things. This has been such a busy week. I hope to get caught up this weekend with comments and LJ reading and other things.
Conjuring up some images of coolness . . .
I got up one icy morning last year in October and walked some of the property I’d walked a thousand miles on as a kid. Stepping out the back door of the old homestead, I saw a hundred pines everywhere I looked. “That’s my Dad,” I said to myself.
I started walking and breathing in the cold brisk air. I stopped at the top of the hill and looked to my left at the row of Norway Spruce bordering a part of the property. The sun was up and just starting to warm the air a bit and I could see a sparkle from a couple of pine cones that hadn’t fallen yet. As I walked over to them I realized they were scaled with sap.
My sister saw this picture and she thought it represented the two of us, two pine cones left, still hanging on, waiting to fall. I love that interpretation!
In remembrance of Mom & Dad and my brother, John. I miss you all so much.
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I spent the day at the gallery working on projects that I am involved in for ArtsHop in November, so I’m now adding this to my list of “to do” things. This has been such a busy week. I hope to get caught up this weekend with comments and LJ reading and other things.