Happy New Year.
I cannot think of anything clever to add to that.
So…
Here’s a photo of a turtle.
Have a good one!
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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2014
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I surely will know
That sometimes herons stay
Even where there is snow!
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Strange but cool.
Please excuse the fuzziness, I was hiding, albeit badly, behind some reeds.
Judging by the look on his face in the last photo, he found me.
What a glare!
So I guess I’m “It”.
Hide!
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In a malevolent chilling dance
The wind, it leapt and tore
Through the broken greying rows
It pushed on the old tomb door.
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The skeletons inside, they cheered
For freedom they did want
They dreamed of stretching their thin bones
And of the souls that they would haunt
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An iron mouse, it raised its head
A shiver went down its spine
But Dummy who was dressed as a ghost
Said “Oh Pal, it’ll be just fine!”
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He went to the pumpkin patch with the mouse
And shrieked a ghostly “Boo!”
The skeletons, they looked aghast
And stuttered “W-who are you?”
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“I am a wicked scary ghost!”
“I’ve come to steal your bones!’
“Oh no! We need them!” they all sobbed
With great big racking moans
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They ran to the safety of their tomb
Locking the door, crying “You are mean!”
To the iron mouse, Dummy bowed
And said “Happy Halloween!”
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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2014
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
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)
This was taken inside the car wash.
Because that’s how I roll.
And I made my own planet.
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..
Ah well, have a good one!
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Things to do when it’s cold.
You can watch the sunrise.
Then run amok and do handstands.
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.
Do a little miming.
(See he’s walking in the wind…)
Or challenge a friend to a staring contest.
(But trust me, you’re going to lose this one.)
Sing!
Or meditate
Or catch that red dot!
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Invite some friends over for dinner.
Share a drink.
And watch the moon rise.
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There was a mother eagle
Who was trying to get some rest.
But oh no! Look behind her!
It’s a teenage raptor pest!
So she cuffed the juvenile in the head!
And left for parts unknown.
The kid, he was proud to have his own roost.
Until he realized that he was all alone..
Mom?
Mother??
Mommy?!?
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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.