Archive for the ‘Fences’ Category

In Negaunee.

I should have been patient and set the scene for these pieces with some street and building shots, but I started to play with a few close-ups and the next thing I knew…

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So, I’ll show you the street next time. This was the rear yard of a resale shop connected with the community theatre. Had I worked for days, I couldn’t have set up finer groupings.  Treasures. Everywhere you looked: treasures.

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What’s this?

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If I remember correctly, part of an old street lamp.

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Lastly, a close-up of the guys from the larger picture above. I swear they are in a pub and singing. Singing what, you ask? 

One, two and three Jolly Coachmen, sat in an English Tavern. And they decided, and they decided, and they decided…to have another flagon!”

Moving out of El Dorado and down the road a piece…more of that snow and sky duet with a knock-down beautiful fence cutting across an otherwise naked field.

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A couple of things: click on the picture for a larger view. This is practically a thumbnail and as such, simply doesn’t do the scene justice.  Also, the white (-ish) background does get lost in the blog theme background colors.

I did multiple shots of the fence–both long and individual sections– and as I play with/edit those, I’ll post. They are minimalist paintings. Question: Why did I not wait till I had worked them all to my satisfaction and then publish a series?  Well, honestly, I couldn’t because I really really like this one and my Delayed Gratification wiring seems to be malfunctioning. 

Seriously. This happens to me a lot. When you get older, stuff wears out.

Holy cow! Always vigilant for feral dogs and mud swallows, I stumble upon a feral fence and live to tell the story!

Early Monday morning, post-dawnish:

Fog/gray/heavy wet air/lots of new wet snow.  It seemed a fine idea to see what that combination looked like over in the fields behind the church.

Yet…I was reluctant to go exploring in those beautiful fog-softened snow-covered acres.  At the top of my questions/concerns list was Do I really really feel a deep-seated need to go crawling around in the moist-ish snow and get all cold and soggy?

Not one to be hasty about these things, I did brew a pot of coffee and lingered a long while over that first cup while I mulled the issue. Other questions naturally followed: Where were my good wool socks? Which boots should I wear? What are the chances I can lose 5 pounds before I leave for Florida?

When nothing else came up that could divert me from leaving the house, I walked down the hill to the land belonging to the Sisters of St Francis.  I wandered a little deeper than usual into the fields and was rewarded by finding a fence which had enthusiastically gone native. (Think Fence Version of Marlon Brando in Apocalypse Now!)

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I’ve finished each of these shots just a little differently because each seemed to ask for slightly different handling.

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I was out for maybe an hour. The fields were beautiful, the fence was a treasure and wet wasn’t a problem, not with good wool socks and the right boots.

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Beauty is twice beauty

and what is good is doubly good

when it is a matter of two socks

made of wool in winter.

Pablo Neruda