Still hanging around, waiting for snow.
Last week my post, "May I Have This Dance", (here) was chosen as one of their features by The Farmer's Daughter (here) and Old Time Farmhouse (here) for their monthly party, Country Whites Weekend (here). Both Dru and Cindy are beautiful and talented ladies who host this great party every third weekend of every month, Friday through Sunday. You should stop by for a visit. Thank you ladies. I am so honored.
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I am enchanted with clouds. They bring the artist out in me. I look at them and I feel in my heart that I could take brush in hand and paint a beautiful picture.
It feels like it would be an effortless task. Just a matter of dipping my brush in a small amount of white and touching ever so slightly with a bit of gossamer silver and maybe a hint of soft yellow to show the sun glistening off the edges, or a drop of pink to capture the setting of the sun.
In reality could I do this? I could not. But, when I think with my heart and soul, anything is possible and when the beauty is only seen in my mind's eye and I have a need to share it, then I always must remember to have my digital paintbrush with me at all times.
A cotton clad trellis to the wild blue yonder...
A bird's eye view...
Snow covered mountain peaks in the distance...
A raging firestorm...
As smooth as butter cream frosting...
Over the Golden Arches...
A Stairway to Heaven...
"Look for the silver lining
When e'er a cloud appears in the blue
Remember somewhere the sun is shining
And so the right thing to do
Is make it shine for you..."
Jerome Kern
Lyrics by B.G. DeSylva - 1919
Looks like a beautiful day...a zippity-do-da kind of day...
Once in awhile you might be able to see clouds by the light of the moon...
Do you see the fire breathing dragon?
and...
The flying rabbit kicking a field goal?
Do you recall, as a young child, you would lay down on the freshly mowed grass with that amazing fragrance all around you and those little white daisies that always popped up and no one ever knew where they came from, and you would try to make out images of some wild animal or your great-aunt Matilda in the clouds?
What would happen if you saw this?...
Would you run and hide?...
Well, that's the beauty of taking all these pictures through the windshield of your moving car...
...A little further down the road and the boogie-man returns to the closet and...
It's just another zippity-do-da kind of day...
And I'm not blowing smoke either!
...Judy...
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