Take me out to the airshow!
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Take me out with the crowd!
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Show me a bright orange plane
Flying high!
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Look! It’s a parachute up in the sky!
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And there’s three four AT-6 Texans
Leaving wide smoke trails..
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For it’s a helicopter..
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And a Zero
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And a Heritage Flight
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At the old Airshow!
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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2014
There he is!
I’m serious there is a hummingbird in that apple tree.
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Can’t see it? That’s okay.
Sometimes things are hiding in plain sight.
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Can you see it?
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Come a little closer…
Too close!! Too close!!
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Phew. There he is.
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Mmmm, that apple tree smelled delicious.
This painting was for a friend. It’s 11 x 14 inches, acrylic on canvas.
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And this acrylic, 4×4 inches is of a friend’s dog.
He made this face right after he nipped at my husband.
He’s working on not nipping and this face made me laugh!
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Have a good one!
I’ll be back soon…I’m writing poetry again.
Mwah ha ha ha!! (that’s my evil laugh!)
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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2014
Hmm, somehow I missed April.
I think what happened is that the spring came and I lost my mind.
But I did take some photos.
This is the Lock and Dam No 15, on the Mississippi River.
It is the largest existing roller dam in the world. It’s nickname is the “Washing Machine of Death”.
dum dum da dummmm
Nothing like a nickname that sounds like some cheap knockoff wrestling name.
“And in this corner, ladies and gentleman…the Washing Machineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee of Death!!!!!!!!!!”
And the crowd goes wild!
It’s listed on the National Register of Historic Places as “Lock and Dam No. 15 Historic District, #04000175 covering 3,590 acres (1,450 ha), 2 buildings, 9 structures, and 1 object.” I know where the two buildings and nine structures are but what the heck is the one object?
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This is a water pumping station. (I think)
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This was taken inside the car wash.
Because that’s how I roll.
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And I made my own planet.
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I saw a dinosaur.
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I painted a few tiny geese, with watercolor.
(I’ve painted these before but not with watercolor)
These are all ATC/ACEO size. (2.5 x 3.5 inches, the size of a playing card)
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And this is a sunset.
I’d like to claim that I meant to do that, but actually I was in a moving car.
And the camera was on the wrong setting.
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Much like the setting I used to take a photo of the “Blood Moon” which incidentally is a much better nickname then the “Washing Machinnnnnnnnnne of Death!!!!”
The blue is the star Spica.
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That’s alright, you win some, you lose some.
I also wrote a poem about squirrels which I lost.
I think the squirrels may have stolen it.
Oh don’t me give me that cute face..
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Ah well, have a good one!
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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2014
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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.
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2) The eyes are the window to the soul so work those babies.
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3) Highlight your best feature. Zeus is unusually fond of his nose.
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4) Use the cropping tool to make a dramatic yet strangely coy statement.
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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.
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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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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2014
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Things to do when it’s cold.
You can watch the sunrise.
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Then run amok and do handstands.
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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.)
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Or dance the Tarantella.
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Do a little miming.
(See he’s walking in the wind…)
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Or challenge a friend to a staring contest.
(But trust me, you’re going to lose this one.)
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Sing!
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Or meditate
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Or catch that red dot!
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Invite some friends over for dinner.
Share a drink.
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And watch the moon rise.
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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2014
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There was a mother eagle
Who was trying to get some rest.
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But oh no! Look behind her!
It’s a teenage raptor pest!
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So she cuffed the juvenile in the head!
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And left for parts unknown.
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The kid, he was proud to have his own roost.
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Until he realized that he was all alone..
Mom?
Mother??
Mommy?!?
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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2014
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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?
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Nuthatch?
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Anyone? Blue Jay? I see you hiding behind that fence..
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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.
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So I was throwing the acrylic around left, right and center, then I tried to focus.
On snowman..and their lives of snow.
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Hope everyone is having a good December!
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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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Happy Halloween!
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In tribute to Mr. Washington Irving, 1783-1859
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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013
(with my apologies to the Blue Oyster Cult)
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Deep from the depths of the backyard, a savage creature awaits, stalking, sniffing
…chasing tennis balls…
The day comes when he pounces…
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With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
He’s a mole sniffing muck digging grimy hound
Eastern moles who think he’s a pain
Scream bug-eyed as he looks in on them
He picks up a clod and he throws it back down
As he digs through mole tunnels underground
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Oh no! They says he’s got to go
Go! Go! Mudzilla!
Oh no! There goes the mole’s burrow!
Go! Go! Mudzilla!
History shows again and again how Sammy harasses the moles’ clan.
Mudzilla!!
History shows oh man, how I have to wash the dog again and again!
Mudzilla!
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Meanwhile in between washing the dog and refilling large holes in the yard I painted these little landscapes for a trade. These are all acrylic and 2.5 by 3.5 inches (the size of a playing card).
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Disclaimer: No moles were harmed in the making of this and in fact they are currently digging up the back yard while giggling themselves silly over the foolishness of any one trying to outdig them..
Oops..
I’m just kidding, my husband saved this one from the lawn mower and put him back safely.
(He is sooooo soft!)
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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013
Hi….
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It’s been awhile…
But this is what I’ve done so far with my summer.
I was sidetracked for a bit by a large monster.
It said ” Rawrrrrrrr, Rawrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, RAWRRR!!!”
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Which is for monsterspeak for
“Help! I’m stuck!!”
And he struggled back and forth..
“Rawwwrrrrr, rawwwrrrrrr! RAWRRRR!!!”
Translation: “Hmmm. Maybe if I lean a bit and put one leg down and rock back and forth…”
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“Rawrr”
Translation: “Okay, I’m out, it’s all good”
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And then he sheepishly crawled away.
Even the hummingbird did a dance for him.
“I’m so HAPPY!!”
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While the grumpy hummingbird rolled his eyes..
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Then I saw a butterfly..
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And “Marine One” flew the President over my house.
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So I painted this in acrylic for a WetCanvas Paint Along.
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And I bought a new Bic pen so I did some quick doodling.
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Other then that, there’s not much going on. Though I did let Zeus and Sampson watch Sharknado and now they’re making their own film called “Dognado”. Zeus, as the art director of the film, thought the garden looked too fruitful so he promptly picked all the tomatoes.
Yes, I have no tomatoes.
Sigh.
I hope everyone is enjoying their summer!
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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013
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