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More From The Day At The Fair

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

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Wary of me and the Nikon

 

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Hard to capture  when they are behind bars.

 

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LOOK AT THEM FEET! YIKES!

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Stunning ,  yes even these beauties can be STUNNING.

 

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I miss my chickens  I had some like this one and some Rhode Island Reds

 

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Fancy Plumage

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Really FANCY check out the feathered feet

 

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Even the Ducks came

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Look at that pretty face

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Love her ruff do you call it that on a Chicken or are they hackles?

 

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Such a pretty head

To say I had fun at the fair is an understatement

 

I even have more to share with you

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gentle brush

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wash warm hues, gentle brush

across a heart forgotten.

it’s soft caress no sadness lingers

renew it’s every fray and tear.

create a masterpiece, my lovely

erase all coloring of fear.

nuance streamed light and shadows

our layered texture, sweet romance.

and devote each waking minute

as Monet with Lily Pads.


Western Avenue Studio Visit

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

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Enter through this door and travel by elevator to the different levels full of Art!

 

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Common area

 

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Metal Man creates these sculptures from trash he collects

 

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Hallways are lined with art as well as many rooms full of all kinds of Art

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Someone else loves dogs

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Hanging from piping

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Wonderful artist was more than happy to let me take a few photos

 

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Metal Man had walls and walls of interesting re-purposed items Loved this section!

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Zentangle  taught here too!  I love doing this too as well as my friend Val who takes her lessons from this studio.

 

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Zentangle kits and supplies sold here

 

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This artist had a wonderful shop full of  so many beautiful pieces to choose from

 

 

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Old Mill Building had a display of colorful spools of thread that caught my eye

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Autumn Scenes in Connecticut

Autumn colors in New Haven, Woodmont, Miford and Orange CT….

New Haven, CT 

Woodmont, CT

(note the evacuation route sign )

 

Gorgeous colors in Milford, CT

 

Orange , CT

 (known for PEZ company in the vicinity)


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how to say what can not be said

blue

bottomless llyn

pursuing infinite union

i shall overcome thee

nevermore

embracing

your heart

is naturally effortless

unfettered by limitations to

be

amber

ness lay

upon enchanted meadows

i am unable to

part

letters

too little

in their expression

for me to tell

love

abundance

it is

for your tenderness

to what i rise

ever

Copyright © 2012 by Franziska Dirnberger


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Autumn

They’ve started. Yes, the leaves change color, turn
from green to yellow, orange to red, and burn
the countryside with glory. Do not miss
autumnal end of photosynthesis.

The yellow, orange and red were hiding down
beneath the green. Fall’s shorter days cause brown
to show, revealing color in less light.
Day shadows into dark. Leaves? What a sight!


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The gift

I’m waiting for the lady that runs by

She’s always in her running shorts and top

She runs to where the purple asters lie

And then she has a breather and some pop.

She’ll go and catch her death of cold you know

‘Cos she runs every day, come rain or sun.

There’s some days when she didn’t ought to go

And others when it can’t be that much fun.

I’ve knitted her a little woolly vest

In stripes of pink and blue and white and green

I’ll take it over when she has her rest,

The gayest little jumper you have seen.

If she says ‘No’ and wrinkles up her nose,

I think she’ll soon be turning up her toes.


My Mom Made the Prettiest Cakes

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Boston Flower Show

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My Mom has decorated cakes since I was a baby.  In fact I never had a store bought one,  nor did my three brothers.  She only stopped making cakes when her hands crippled with arthritis and no longer could produce beautiful displays of her artwork., I think they were still beautiful but she was so hard on herself, really her cakes and frosting were so good and me being a kid, I hate to tell her it could have been messy and still yummy.

When she had orders for huge wedding cakes or say Big Bird for a Boston show, I always helped wash all the bowls, as each color on the cake had a separate one.  She made the best frosting.  I can not explain how good our cakes were at home.  When I was a Brownie she made a Brownie Cake and when I was a Rainbow Girl she made my…

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Vincent Van Gogh

Behind my chair at table Vincent sat…
well no, not Vincent, but his Bridge at Arles,
the painting that my parents bought, a pearl
of art. Our dining room wore Vincent’s hat

of blues and greens and yellows, peaceful feel.
A child, I didn’t really realize
how artists brushed their strokes into the skies.
I grew up with the Van Gogh color wheel.

The Langlois Bridge at Arles

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