all photos ©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2016
Recently I participated in an ATC trade. An ATC is a small card about the size of a playing card, that is 2.5 inches by 3.5 inches.
Most trades have themes, for this one the theme was “Warm Weather”.
I used ink and watercolor to make some scenes from various festivals and other warm weather activities. These will most likely appear bigger in your screen then they are in life. The color looks better in real life as well, my photography brain left me stranded when I took these.
There is a Carousel in Port Dalhousie, Ontario. The price is still only 5¢.
That carousel, has one of the five Loof lions that are left in North America. Their lion is the only left that has its head turned to look at the spectators, which for some reason has always made me happy. 🙂
“The Cherry Blossom Festival” is usually one of the first warm weather festivals and is the best smelling one to boot.
“The Flea Market”. My Dad, was not a shopping/ clothes minded guy . One day he wandered off at a flea market. He came back with a gigantic bag of factory castoff socks. He paid $2 for all those socks and it made him sooo happy. My mother who had just accidentally shrunk his pea green plaid suit by putting it the dryer fifty times was not so happy. Coincidence? I think not.
“The Hiking Trail”. With the upsurging popularity of the Parks system, it will be only a matter of time before Yeti becomes a bearded, top knot wearing hipster.. If he opens a coffee shop and hires a groovy ukulele playing singer, it could work out well for him.
“The Campground” where you go after hiking. It is also where the raccoons go. Once when we were out on a canoe trip, our campers were getting a little freaked out by raccoons who were making various.. um, love songs, let’s say. We told them to scare them off by making noise. Not too long afterwards, we heard an especially long “love song”. As soon as it stopped all our campers burst into claps and whistles. I swear that raccoon walked right into the clearing and gave a bow..
“The Strawberry Field”. I should have added a couple kids pelting each other with soft strawberries because as anyone who has been strawberry picking with my brothers knows..that happens.
“The Music Festival”. Those prices are getting out of control, man.
“The Garden Show”. I once spent a summer slightly adjusting and moving my neighbors gnomes every day. Ended up getting the whole neighborhood involved so she couldn’t figure out who was doing it. Drove her crazy….good times, good times.
“The Craft Show” where crafty people while never admitting it, go to get more ideas on crafts to craft..Crafty crafty crafting crafters.
“The Farmer’s Market” where the pies are sweet and the birdies say tweet.
“The Waterfront” or “Why I love boating”.
“The Renaissance Fair”. Cheers good Knight!
©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2016
Recently I was at Fort Erie, across from Buffalo, New York. It sits on the shores of Lake Erie, near the mouth of the Niagara River.
From it you can see the gorgeous Art Deco building that is Buffalo City Hall. The City Hall was designed by architect John Wade and finished in 1932. There are triumphant arches and columns and reliefs and sculptures and mosaics and a bat signal on the roof.
Fort Erie was originally built in 1764 during Pontiac’s Rebellion. Pontiac of course had been overtaking the cart market which the British did not appreciate. Soon after, the Brits sold Jaguar to Ford who sold it to the Tatas, a group of entrepreneurial strippers and a couple hundred years after the Fort was built, Pontiac ceased productions.
Okay, that may not be quite what happened.
However at one point during the War of 1812, the Fort did blow up..
What happened was that the British were led by a general so inept, his subordinate officers including his own nephew settled their affairs and gave away valued property before following his battle plans. They knew they were doomed.
They were right. It turned out that firing a cannon over top of a large powder magazine was not a great idea. The explosion threw the two tonne cannon over one hundred yards. Hundreds died or were wounded and more than 500 soldiers simply disappeared in the initial blast and the ensuing fires.
General Drummond, the man responsible for the whole mess had a road named after him in Niagara Falls.
It’s still there if you’d like to go stomp on it.
The tour was quite interesting.
We found out that some people during the 1800’s used old suits of armor as a sort of tactical vest. Pretty clever, not comfortable but clever.
They shot off some muskets which was fun to watch.
They did not however let me use the cannon.
This is an acrylic of the monument marking the grave site of 153 soldiers. 150 British and 3 Americans. 8×10 inches.
©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2015
Between wandering and procrastination, I have not been keeping up with this blog. I fool myself into thinking I am keeping up because I write long posts in my head. I then, of course promptly forget them when I sit at the computer.
I also forgot how to paint again so I did this lesson in acrylic from a book by Mark Daniel Nelson. The book is called “Learn to paint in Acrylics with.. 50 Small paintings”. Good book, was a nice refresher.
Here’s a photo from one of the places I’ve wandered to.
I have some stories to tell so I’ll be back soon!
Thanks for sticking around.
©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2015
The theme for this week’s WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge is “close” as in being near emotionally pr physically not as in “Close that door! You’re letting the heat out!” . If you grew up in Canada, or any other cold climate then you’ve probably heard that a few times.
Anyway. These are from the Saint Louis Zoo. Which since I named will cause every spammer out there to send me spam comments calling me “Louis”. The filters catch them but they’re always entertaining reading nevertheless.
Happily hemmed in hippos.
©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2012
So Sampson the Wonder Dog got himself into a little altercation.
He went under the deck and decided to catch himself a toad. Then he took it for a walk.
And the toad was not happy.
And then Sammy was foaming and rolling around being sick from both ends at the same time..and well that’s more then enough about that.
So he ended up in the shower with me washing his mouth out over and over and over and over…
And then he had to take a bath.
That was one sick little dog. And mad to boot, he hates baths.
The toad was fine. I did have to read him the “Wind in the Willows” to apologize though.
When Sammy was feeling better, I asked him what possessed him to carry around a toad. He looked me dead in the eyes and said “I am a Carnivore.” as if that explained anything.
But it reminded me of the many carnivorous animals I was lucky enough to see at the zoo.
Zebra, what are you laughing at?
Carnivorous animals are meat eaters not carnival animals..
No, I can’t see you behind that tree..very clever.
Yes Hyena, I know you can see him but don’t tell him that.
And don’t bother telling the tiger either.
He’s a bit miffed.
He was just in his own private pool and when he wasn’t looking someone stole his towel.
And the Leopard is ignoring everyone. He was quite hurt that the “Wind in the Willows’ didn’t have any leopards in it.
I don’t know how you snuck in here, little Speke’s Gazelle, but you are too darn cute to be a carnivorious post.
Go on with you now.
Oh, look what you’ve started. The Nyala is in here now, batting her lashes at everyone.
And no, the baby bongo has come in too!
He definitely has to go back until those horns grow in..
I need someone with some common sense to speak to the herbivores..
Hmm, the gorilla is deep in thought..
Yes, sir..You want me to put a scary carnivore in here..
What kind of scary carnivore?
Oh I see, you mean a Marabou stork..
They eat carrion, frogs, fishes, other birds, small animals, garage and well pretty much anything that they can fit in their mouth.
That’s one strange bird.
Well that’s done the trick.
Everyone ran back to where they’re supposed to be.
Alright then, have a good one folks!
©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2012
Now I’m not talking about the disco dance though that is pretty entertaining. Nor I am talking about moving rapidly which is useful if you’re being chased by a bear, honeybees or your mother when she found out you put a big hole in the wall. Nor I am talking about the mean spirited hustlers of the day, ID thieves and other nasty bits of work.
No, I’m talking about a good old fashioned hustle, the kind where you get a little something and the hustler gets a little something and it’s a fair deal on all sides.
The first thing you have to do is to go to Saint Louis, Missouri. It’s a beautiful city and the people are so pleasant. Ridiculously pleasant. Like there’s something in the water kind of pleasant.
The second thing you have to do is to run around taking photos and letting everyone know you’re a tourist.
You could even think about taking a River Cruise, if the man in the lower left wearing a chemical protection suit and spraying down tent wires doesn’t worry you too much. Now it could be that that guy is just a conscientious type who worries about germs on tent wires but you don’t need a chemical suit for that. I mean you can wear any old thing to wash down tent wires. I’m sure there’s probably a reasonable explanation but I have been watching an awful lot of conspiracy theories on TV and that kind of mindset is catching. How can one resist blaming everything that happens on extraterrestrials beings who apparently have nothing better to do then come from galaxies far away to mess with us. Or on intelligent Yeti super militia forces or on top secret experiments that have turned squirrels and chipmunks into living eavesdropping devices so that the government can find out how much we’re gossiping about each other or talking all about what we’re going to wear tomorrow.
Or you can walk away from the man in the chemical suit and take some photos of sidewalk art featuring fish people in high heels.
Fish heads, fish heads. Roly poly fish heads. Fish heads! Fish heads!
Eat them up..Yum!
You can ask a Fish Head anything but they won’t answer because they can’t talk..
And then for step three you have to go inside the Arch. At which point after giving the armed Security Guards your belt and any metal objects, having your purse x-rayed and walking though a metal detector you will see this lovely mural.
As you can see from the mural the Arch is actually bigger then the Statue of Liberty, the Washington monument, Mount Rushmore and the Delicate Arch at the Arches National Park in Utah. It’s also bigger then the Eiffel Tower and the Seattle Space Needle. And yes it was designed by a man, how did you guess?
After looking at the mural and coming to the realization that these people assumed that you didn’t notice how big the Arch was even though you had to walk to it to get inside it you will then come to a rather nice little museum.
There’s historic portraits and covered wagons and cowboy hats and guns and all those fun things
And then you walk around a corner
You come to an understanding of why they took your belt.
It’s so you don’t freak out and whip the heck out of these creepy ass animatronic beings that are all yakking away and moving like B-movie horror characters.
(Side note: my spell check keeps trying to change animatronics to fornicators! Fornicators! My computer either has a dirty mind or was programmed by a Southern preacher. I’m sure there’s a conspiracy theory that could fit that)
This one here was some sort of medal making metallurgist. I’m not quite sure what that means but I like the alliteration.
He seemed to be trying to get me to take his medal but I didn’t fall for that. I’ve seen too many Syfy movies. I knew if I took it, I would spend the rest of the day running around Saint Louis trying to avoid being annihilated by angry animatonics. (Or fornicators as my computer insists on typing.)
This one, wouldn’t make eye contact at all. He just kept talking and staring around at the ceiling. So to be neighborly I stared around at the ceiling too. Other then coming to the realization that their custodians must be awfully tidy, I mean there was not a speck of dust on the ceiling, the pot lights or the beams, I never did figure out what he was looking at.
This one here was looking for tracks. He seemed to think that some rustlers had come through the museum. I didn’t spend much time with him seeing as he was so busy and those rustlers can be nasty. You don’t want to get caught up in the crossfire between a rustler and a lawman.
And then the last one was a historical rendition of the Used Car Salesman. He was pleasant, had a nice voice, lovely manners and moved really smoothly but like all car salesmen everywhere he made me a bit leery.
Okay, now step four is very important. You have to run out of that museum before the last guy sells you a two hundred year old covered wagon with rickety wheels, no warranty and 18.5% interest to boot. I’m telling you he’s good, run as fast as you can.
Take the tree lined path. And forget about taking any more photos of the Arch because the leaves while pleasantly providing much needed shade block the view. Then stand around aiming at the leaves as if your camera can magically see through them. Perhaps, you could sigh a little for effect.
And which point we are at Step Five and in comes the Hustler who while watching you trying to get a good shot and sighing over your inability to do so ingeniously explains to your husband how he likes to come down to the Park and act as a private guide and info center for visitors in the hopes of hustling up a bit of spare change.
Then this kind man will take you by the arm and he will walk you right through the woods into an open field and Voila! there’s the perfect shot (barring the overly bright morning light that is).
And then this kind hustler who has already informed you that he’s going to hustle you, goes into a nice long spiel on how good the chicken wings are over at this particular spot. And how for five dollars he can get enough chicken wings to fill his stomach for the day. Then he’ll blink and smile innocently. And you will give him ten dollars cause he might as well get a beer to wash his chicken wings and he was probably most likely going to get one anyway..
And it will be all be very pleasant because that’s how they do things in Saint Louis.
And if you want to know where those chicken wings are, well you just run over to Saint Louis and talk to this man. He’ll be happy to tell you all about them.
For five bucks.
Now if you’ll excuse me, my sister keeps sending me emails telling me to paint a hippo. I’m not sure what she has against hippos. They’re already a nice enough color. But I aim to please so I am going to have to go find a hippo. And I think I need to get more paint. Hippos are awfully large animals, I don’t think I have enough paint to cover one up.
Have a good one, folks!
©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2012