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March 22, 2014 / Virginia Spencer

How to take a selfie.

Zeus tells me that selfies are all the rage.

As he is so obsessed, I decided to give him a few guidelines.

Sit! Stay! Read!

1) Know your good side. Everyone has a certain angle that makes them look great.

But watch your expression, a little whale eye goes a long way.

Zeusselfie6©Virginia Spencer, 2014.

2) The eyes are the window to the soul so work those babies.

Zeusselfie1©Virginia Spencer, 2014.

3) Highlight your best feature. Zeus is unusually fond of his nose.

Zeusselfie4©Virginia Spencer, 2014.

4)  Use the cropping tool to make a dramatic yet strangely coy statement.

Zeusselfie3©Virginia Spencer, 2014.

6) Add a filter. Resist the urge to overuse filters though. I know some people who use so many filters, that even though I’ve seen dozens of photos of them, I don’t actually know what they look like.

Zeusselfie2©Virginia Spencer, 2014.

Well I hope those are helpful.

A final word to the wise, letting your furry pal borrow your phone for a few selfies is one thing but for the love of dog don’t let him download apps especially if they, like Zeus, are a bird dog and they find out about those games with the extremely vexed birds throwing themselves at thieving porcines.

Trust me, you will never get your phone back.

Sigh.

Have a good one.

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February 14, 2014 / Virginia Spencer

Happy Valentine’s Day!

deerkiss©Virginia Spencer, 2014.

Deer kiss. Or dear kiss.

They both work.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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January 22, 2014 / Virginia Spencer

Baby, it’s cold outside..

Things to do when it’s cold.

You can watch the sunrise.

sunrise©Virginia Spencer, 2014.

Then run amok and do handstands.

ZeusSammy©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2014.

You could play Charades!!

(Here Sampson is acting out a scene from the movie “Tremors”.
He’s a huge Kevin Bacon fan.
Mostly because his name is Bacon.)
Sammy4©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2014.

Or dance the Tarantella.

turkey4©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2014.

Do a little miming.

(See he’s walking in the wind…)

nuthatch©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.

Or challenge a friend to a staring contest.

(But trust me, you’re going to lose this one.)

eagleclose©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2014.

Sing!

Singing©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2014.

Or meditate

meditate©Virginia Spencer, 2014.

Or catch that red dot!

Zeus1©Virginia Spencer, 2014

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Invite some friends over for dinner.

Share a drink.

wchumm©Virginia Spencer, 2014.

And watch the moon rise.

MoonJan©Virginia Spencer, 2014

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January 19, 2014 / Virginia Spencer

The Eagles are back!

There was a mother eagle

Who was trying to get some rest.

eagle1©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2014.

But oh no! Look behind her!

It’s a teenage raptor pest!

eagle2 ©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2014.

So she cuffed the juvenile in the head!

eagle3©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2014.

And left for parts unknown.

eagle5©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.

The kid, he was proud to have his own roost.

eagle6 ©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2014.

Until he realized that he was all alone..

Mom?
Mother??

Mommy?!?

eagle7©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2014.

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December 12, 2013 / Virginia Spencer

Ho, oh ho, oh no…

Ho! Ho! Ho!

It’s that time of year! It’s time for caroling!

It’s time to sing!

Hey! Hey! Where are you going cardinal?

cardinal2©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.

Nuthatch?

nuthatch2©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.

Anyone? Blue Jay? I see you hiding behind that fence..

bluejay©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.

Oh alright. No singing, I am going to strum my ukulele though.

Here’s some little snow scenes I’ve been painting while medicated heavily. Had a pretty serious illness, but I’m fine now. If you ever have vertigo, I thoroughly recommend painting. It’s incredibly hard but oddly entertaining at the same time. I felt like one of Leary’s hippies.

These are all acrylic, four inch squares.

trees©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.

sunsettrees©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013,

Bunnytree©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.

snowman©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.

deersunset©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.

icypond©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.

So I was throwing the acrylic around left, right and center, then I tried to focus.

On snowman..and their lives of snow.

snowscene3©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.

snowscene2©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.

snowscene1©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.

Hope everyone is having a good December!

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November 11, 2013 / Virginia Spencer

In Remembrance

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

by John McCrae, December 8th, 1915
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These photos were taken by my great grandfather.
WWI
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army3©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.
army1©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.
army2©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013
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My grandfather and great uncle hamming it up.
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army6©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013
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army8©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.
Grandfather WWII, the little girl is my mother.
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army5©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013
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My uncles and my mother.
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army7©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.
My husband.
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army9©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.
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My deepest thanks to all.
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October 30, 2013 / Virginia Spencer

The Headless Dummy

pumpkindummy2©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.

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It was a dark and dismal All Hallow’s Eve

And the moon was hanging low

The wind’s icy touch reached through the trees

To a young soldier on the path below

 

He did not heed its warning

He spurred his stallion on

For he was to meet his sweet love

By the old stone mill pond

 

But she was a witch of evil intent

Who wanted General Washington’s plan

Traitors and she had conspired

To torture the soldier man

 

He saw her in the moonlight

Not noticing her vicious sneer

But as his horse drew closer

The moon’s rays made her evil clear

 

Alas it was oh too late

They had circled him fore and aft

The last sound that the soldier heard

Was the witch’s cackling laugh

 

And even though his body was ripped and torn

A bloodied welted mass

He would not give up the plan

To that scheming awful lass

 

And in her rage and fury

She wished the soldier dead

And with a shining silver knife

She severed off his head

 

She laughed as into the pond it went

She shrieked out a curse

“Your broken body will walk again

For your head, you will always search”

 

And with this awful epithet

They tossed him into a narrow hole

They spit and danced upon the upturned dirt

To hell, they condemned his soul

 

And on the next All Hallow’s Eve

When the moon was hanging low

The winds icy touch reached through the trees

To the shallow grave below

 

And in the light of the morning sun

At the old witch’s homestead

They found her jack-o-lantern missing

Replaced with her bloodless head

 

And still on an All Hallow’s Eve

When the moon is hanging low

A pumpkin grins atop a dummy

That lost its head long ago

 

And if you should ever cross this dark valley

And your soul fills with dread

Be wise my friends and do not dally

Or you, too, could lose your head

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pumpkindummy©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.

Happy Halloween!

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In tribute to Mr. Washington Irving, 1783-1859

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