tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388848676777747092024-03-05T03:49:36.941-08:00ART IN THE SUNWe are artists that travel during the summer months and capture photos for the paintings we do in the winter months. To see our paintings, please click on the web site below.Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.comBlogger182125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138884867677774709.post-17695418071875387022017-07-28T07:51:00.003-07:002017-07-28T07:59:41.165-07:00Art Along I-35<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">The very first time we came to Rockport, Texas was a very hot July and we were in time for the Rockport Art Festival, which is a juried exhibition of original art, by many local and not so local artists. This year, ten years later, we again were in Rockport in time for the art festival but this time we volunteered to help. We ended up manning the cold drink booth and it was a lot of fun. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We had a big surprise while walking through the booths, to see Anna Lisa Leal, who had exhibited in our first Arizona Pastel Artist's national show. Anna Lisa knew who we were right away and had already been having a great day with 5 sales so far. (top photo). Another pastel artist was Mark Schultz who painted large coastal scenes with lots of empty space but with exceptional beauty. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The third pastel artist, James Offeman, had been painting BIRDS IN PASTEL for over 30 years and had done much of his work for Audubon. His work was also large but very sensitive portraits of many kinds of birds. He was almost sold out of his paintings by the end of the first day. What you see behind him was all he had left. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On one of our last days in Rockport, we drove over to Corpus Christi to see the Art Museum. They were having a retrospective of Robert Julian Onderdonk's paintings. Onderdonk is considered to be the greatest painter from Texas... an impressionist around the turn of the century, trained in the east, but painted around San Antonio for the remainder of his short life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Also there was a traveling portrait exhibition that had been juried by the Smithsonian and had some very interesting interpretations of people from around the country. The museum is small and is located in a beautiful spot right on the gulf where you can sit out on a patio and eat lunch while watching the boats come and go. But the area surrounding the museum is a downtown in serious need of renewal... with weedy vacant lots and shabby buildings. I am afraid that Corpus Christi has not improved since the last time we saw it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Leaving Rockport, we headed up to San Antonio where we first visited the San Antonio Museum of Art which turned out to be in the process of remodeling and upgrading over half of the buildings, which did not stop them from charging us full price for only half of the galleries. One artist who was represented was Diego Rivera and this painting to the right was done by him when he was 18 and was submitting a work to get a 2 year scholarship to Europe. Another student got the award and Rivera had to wait until 2 years later before he then received the award.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We also visited the McNay Museum of Art, which is the former home of Marion McNay. Her home had many examples of Impressionists and Post Impressionists, including several Picasso's. She had 4 husbands but the museum is named after husband number one, who was the love of her life, and who died young. This is an exceptional museum and includes a small theatre where they give free concerts on Sundays. We were there in time to hear a jazz trio. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Further north on I-35, we stopped in Fort Worth to see the art museum which was hosting the Phillips Collection of Impressionist art from D.C. We had already seen many of these paintings while in Washington and it was like seeing old friends again. We were not allowed to take photos of the individual paintings. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Traveling still further north to Oklahoma City, we went to their museum of art and found the Kehinde Wiley exhibition which we had not had a chance to see while in Phoenix. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They also had an exhibition of Dale Chihuly Glass works which included the usual lighted ceiling, boats filled with glass balls of many sizes, glass forests, and sculptures of glass. This is just one of many beautiful pieces that we saw. We also had a wonderful lunch in their cafe which was right on the main square of government and office buildings, so they were very busy. Our sandwiches were really good, but the flourless chocolate dessert was awesome. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Here in Oklahoma City, we turned to the West and headed for Santa Fe where we hoped to have cooler weather. Up to this point, the heat was intense every day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We chose to stay a little north of Santa Fe and finally some cool evenings and fresh breezes. We returned from the grocery store on the very first day to find blood all over the white leather of the passengers seat. Murray had somehow pulled out a toenail from his back foot and was trying to stop the bleeding by licking the blood away. We got him stabilized and the seat cleaned up, but never did figure out how he managed to get injured. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now for all of you who like to see and hear about what we eat while on the road, I have to say that one of the best meals that we have had was in the shopping plaza near Trader Joes in San Antonio. It was called Tarka and was similar in style to Pei Wei, where you read the menu along the wall and then say which sauce, which meat, and so on. Turns out this is a small chain here in Texas... wish they would come to Arizona. Absolutely some of the best Indian food we have had in a long while. Chicken Korma below, Aloo Gobi at 11 o'clock, Garlic Naan at the top, and Chicken Tikka Masala at 2 o'clock. Mango Lassi Lemonade to drink. And Samosa's to start. YUM.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138884867677774709.post-64116181105547692017-06-25T16:36:00.000-07:002017-06-25T16:38:56.786-07:00Arriving in Texas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Here we are in Rockport, Texas, staying at the Lagoons RV Resort. After being at the Pastel Convention for a week, we headed south to Las Cruces where we visited COAS to leave a couple of bags of our already read used books for a couple of bags of soon to be read used books. Had lunch at our favorite winery and then moved east to Ft Stockton for the night and then further east to Boerne where we planned to stay while day tripping over to San Antonio to stock up at Trader Joe's before heading down to the Gulf. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Somehow, things are never what you plan. In Ft Stockton we had one of those "end of the world" kind of thunder and lightning displays for most of the night, not over yonder, but right over our heads. Murray and Elsie, who don't normally take any note of thunder, were buried under the covers, and I was waiting for the rv to take a direct hit from a bolt of lightning. Since we were parked on dirt, we had to carry the quadripeds to the dog park where there was some grass.... otherwise we were looking at mud from stem to stern... on the underside of the dogs, then tracked into the rv.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The next day we checked into the Top Of The Hill in Boerne and planned for a little stroll through the town, but foiled again with a parade for some local German ancestor which lasted over 4 hours.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But... we were able to find a place to eat, PoPo's, a local family restaurant which serves, what else, family fare WITH SIDES. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Yep, we are now in SIDE country, a sort of midwest thing. Allan was thrilled to find fried chicken on the menu and I decided on a pork chop.... I stayed with my low carb diet with green beans and salad, Allan went whole hog with the creamed corn and baked potato with all the fixin's. One thing that we completely forgot about Texas, is that smoking is allowed in restaurants... and that instead of cream for the coffee... they serve creamer, ugh. However... on the good side for Texas... they have fireflies. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The people who owned this restaurant travel one month out of the year and collect plates. There were over 2400 plates on the walls from all over the world.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">While we were in San Antonio, we had to find a gas station to get gas for the crv..... well, in Arizona, there would be a gas station on every freeway intersection... here in Texas, there are churches on every intersection... with flashing neon billboards advertising the preacher's sermon. These are not churches with steeples and columns and pillars... no, those are reserved for the entrances to large ranches or car dealerships... the churches here look like warehouses with parking lots that are larger than Costco's parking. Never heard of most of the denominations either... wonder what happened to the old time religions of Catholic and Methodist?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anyway... we are here in Rockport and have signed up to help at the local art festival next weekend... selling coke at the refreshment booth for a morning. We also head over to the pool in the afternoon for a swim. As you can see from the photo, it is an indoor pool... so no insects and the water is clear and cool. Unfortunately, the park takes children in the summer, so we plan our swim accordingly. Although we have some mosquitos in the early morning... not many and I have set up all my citronella candles to ward them off in case they get any ideas about drinking Arizona blood. The days are humid, but not unbearably so and the temps are in the 90's. Allan has been taking photos and I have done one experimental painting which will never see the light of day. But will continue to persevere. </span>Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138884867677774709.post-52185159334627161252017-06-06T07:50:00.001-07:002017-06-06T07:52:11.839-07:00ARRIVED IN ALBUQUERQUE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Arrived on Sunday and immediately went out for some green chile stew. Not as good as up in Santa Fe... but we may find something better by the end of the week. Yesterday we drove up to Bernalillo and went to a used book store where Allan found several books... all military memoirs and I got a few travel anthologies and a couple of mysteries. Today we hope to drop in on a couple of other used bookstores here in town.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am really thankful that most of my shoulder tendinitis is gone and the pinched nerve in my neck has quieted down... I hope to get through the convention without any more issues, but we will see. This has just been the hardest winter with health issues, rv issues, and a very heavy pastel society schedule. We are looking forward to enjoying the convention and then heading on down to Rockport for some rest by the sea. </span>Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138884867677774709.post-64641632158069803112017-03-13T08:18:00.000-07:002017-03-13T08:18:20.180-07:00YUMA TO SAN DIEGO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yesterday we drove from Yuma to the Elks Lodge in Chula Vista where we will be for the next 5 days. Interstate 8 was covered in California Poppies which was a remembrance of times past when we lived in this state. Our new motorhome handled the elevation changes without taking a breath... and the exhaust brake works like a charm. The seats were so comfortable and it was nice being able to get up and move around while we were driving along.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The dogs have finally found their spot. As long as the sun is not pouring through the window they are in heaven... mostly sacked out or looking at the cars going by. If it gets too hot, they move into the back and lay about on one of the couches.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But this time, we stayed at Westwind RV Resort at Passport America rates, which is half price for non rv'ers, and the sites were easy to get into, every person we met was friendly, the pool was wonderful and warm, the hot tub was large, they had a dog area for off leash, and a restaurant next to the Golf Course with a great view. We had fish and chips on Friday evening... just stepped out of the pool and stepped over to the patio where drinks were served along with our dinner. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Saturday, we drove over to Algodones where we picked up 7 more frames for a total of $85 and I got a cowboy hat for our trip to Albuquerque in June. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And then on Sunday, we came to Chula Vista.... more on that later. </span>Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138884867677774709.post-78088687187287834042017-02-18T08:30:00.000-08:002017-02-18T08:30:24.513-08:00TUCSON GETAWAY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are starting to get the itch to get out on the road more, now that we have our new (used) motorhome. This came about for a number of reasons, mostly because we wanted to get away from using the truck which had such poor suspension that I ended up with a whiplash in every trip we took.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So earlier this winter we went out to see what kind of motorhome we could trade for. We visited just about every rv sales place on Apache Trail, and ended up at Cassones RV Sales where they had mostly very high end used motorhomes. But the salesman said there were two in our price range to see and the second one was THE ONE. Both of us fell in love with it and couldn't even leave it to go into the office to talk about finances. The finance manager came out and sat in the rv with us and also took us for a drive in it... letting Allan take the wheel after a bit and then went way out of his way to work out the finance arrangement that I wanted, so we could get it. So we now have a bit of a payment each month, but we are making plans to get back on the road and have been adding little amenities to the rig in preparation for some trips. As you can see from the photo, it has wood floors and leather sofas. This was a plus because of having Murray and Elsie with us and it will be really easy to keep clean.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This last winter has been not one of the best, with my neck in an icepack for 5 weeks accompanied by chiropractor visits, then both of us getting the yearly cold and bronchitis. All of this intermixed with our Fall Show in Scottsdale, and additional shows in Cave Creek and Glendale, followed by the preparation for our Desert Museum show in Tucson. And of course, getting promotional ads for our first national show in Sedona. But Allan sold two paintings in Glendale, and we had a great workshop with Teresa Saia at the end of January, so lots of good things happening as well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And now we are down in Tucson in time for the Reception of the Desert Museum show at the Ironwood Gallery. Here is Allan at the cafe in the Voyager RV Resort where we usually stay while in Tucson. If you look really close, you will see Nancy and Jim, our rv friends, just over the wall, coming to meet us for dinner. They were both in Arizona for the first part of winter, then headed over to San Diego, and now are back in Tucson for a month. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We spent the time catching up and planning some places to go while we are here for the reception. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I had purchased some Meyer Lemon Infused Olive Oil from one of the shops, so we used that for our salads. I think that one more of our favorite places to eat, has gone to the dogs.... </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">While we were in Ruidoso, we went to the horse races a couple of times, which was a great outing for an afternoon. Since the temperatures are in the 70's in Ruidoso, and the sun is mostly shining (except when the monsoon comes in the late afternoon), it was very pleasant to eat our lunch and watch the horses and bet a little on our favorites. On one of the afternoons, we met up with another couple that was staying in the same rv park. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There were three female jockeys and one of them was very good. Ruby, seen to the right, has a ranking around 330 among 1440 national jockeys on thoroughbreds (as opposed to quarterhorses). The other two women were quarterhorse jockeys. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The first five races of the day were quarterhorse races, which meant that they were short races, since quarterhorses are bred to run very fast for a quarter of a mile. Thoroughbreds on the other hand, run longer races, often holding back until near the end of the race, then coming from the middle of the pack and crossing the finish line by a head or a nose. This makes for a more exciting race. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Before we left Ruidoso, we headed east to San Patricio where the Hurd Gallery is located. The gallery is actually one of the actual buildings on the Hurd Ranch and was converted into a gallery by Michael Hurd, one of Peter and Henrietta's sons, and the grandson of NC Wyeth. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">NC Wyeth was mostly known as an illustrator and probably some of those books you read as a child had his illustrations either on the cover or inside the book. But the gallery also had some of his paintings. There were also paintings by the Hurds and also Andrew. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">White Sands Painting by Michael Hurd</td></tr>
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But mostly the paintings were by Michael Hurd who painted the scenes around the New Mexico area. By our great good luck, Michael came by the gallery to drop off some paintings and we were able to chat with him for quite a while about where to paint in the area and he showed us some of his recent work. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We left a week ago last Tuesday, heading to Eagar, AZ for a couple of days. Shortly after we arrived, we had a water leak near the water connection box of the rv. A mobile rv repairman came out and fixed us up very quickly with an added bonus of No Charge. We spent the next couple of days exploring the area and were surprised to see that we were up to almost 8000 feet. The area had beautiful meadows with Aspen and Spruce trees. The Big Lake area is exceptionally beautiful. And the little town of Greer is really cute. A little lower down near Show Low, we encountered Firs and Pines. By the time we were headed home down Hwy 60, we found ourselves back in Juniper and Manzanita, then on down into Mesquite...... We didn't take any photos.... and I doubt we will go back east on 60 ever again, as the 3.5 hour trip, took us 6 hours pulling the fifth wheel down into the Salt Canyon and then back out again. Some of the scenery around the canyon was similar to Sedona. And there was a lot of road construction.... it appears 60 is getting more lanes. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So we are now home... trying to get everything laundered and put away until the next excursion. </span>Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138884867677774709.post-39302981775084333682016-08-14T13:15:00.001-07:002016-08-14T16:25:53.053-07:00ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maybe it is the missile proving grounds, or maybe it is just something in the air, but everywhere we go.... there are little green men, except they are silver around here. Especially in Roswell, New Mexico where the first UFO was discovered in 1947 on a ranch outside the town. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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The UFO museum documents a rancher's discovery of a strange silver disc, made of some undetermined, indestructible material and the Sheriff dutifully notified the military base nearby..... well, that is when all the stories started to flow, including the stories of the military trying to suppress the information. All to no avail, alas.... as photographs streamed in from around the world of oval discs hovering over Brazil, Canada, and other countries. Movies were made, Radio shows were broadcast, journalists interviewed everyone.... and even today, sightings are seen. Although you would think in this day and age of moon travel and space exploration, we would be able to find and identify at least one of these errant spacecraft as they hover in our atmosphere. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">However... we did not go to Roswell to see the UFO museum specifically. We actually drove all the way to Roswell to see the Art Museum which has quite a selection of contemporary and dead artists. Billy Schenck has an exhibit of his contemporary oil paintings, which when you first glance at them, seem to be prints in the style of Gustave Baumann. But they are not prints, they are definitely oils. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Another contemporary artist was Donald Anderson, who painted big shapes with great contrasts. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There were some examples of R.C. Gorman's works.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There were a number of paintings by artists of other artists, which was interesting. And also there were some paintings from some of the Taos Artists, including this painting by Dorothy Brett, titled: Millicent Rogers; day and night. Millicent Rogers hosted Dorothy and also Georgia O'Keefe for a short while and her home is now an art museum in Taos, New Mexico. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There was an entire room dedicated to the art of Henriette Wyeth and Peter Hurd. This is a self portrait of Henriette that she painted in 1940. Henriette was the daughter of N.C. Wyeth and learned art from her father, going on to become well known for her portraits and her flowers. Her brother was Andrew Wyeth. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Her father took on a student by the name of Peter Hurd and he and Henriette married and had two children while continuing to work under her father's tutelage. Eventually Peter wanted to return to New Mexico where he was raised, so they moved to San Patricio which is about halfway between Ruidoso and Roswell, NM. This is a self portrait of Peter Hurd, painted in 1956. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Gate And Beyond by Peter Hurd</td></tr>
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Peter Hurd was a very successful artist and was asked to paint the Presidential Portrait of LBJ, which was famously rejected by LBJ in a public unveiling, saying it was the ugliest portrait he had ever seen. This prompted hundreds of political cartoons of the event, giving Peter Hurd national prominence and numbers of commissions, including King Faisal. Norman Rockwell ended up doing LBJ's portrait (I think). </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Peter Hurd painted some oils, but mostly he painted in egg tempura. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Portrait Of My Father by Henriette Wyeth Hurd (NC Wyeth)</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Henriette, usually painted in oils. One of her portrait commissions was of First Lady Pat Nixon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And one hall was the entire workshop of Robert Goddard who started thinking of ways to get off the planet as early as 1898. He was a graduate student of physics and by 1917 had grants from the Army to build a rocket which did not work out as hoped, so he returned to teaching. However, by 1926 he had launched his first successful liquid propellant rocket at his Aunt's farm which went 184 feet in the air. And in the photo above, you can see a long black rocket which went 1000 feet in the air, returning by parachute, in 1937. Many of his patents and inventions are used by the military today. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And on a personal note, the museum had a small reproduction of the Wells Fargo Mail Stagecoach which during its centennial, carried mail from the east coast to the west coast and mail carriers were given the opportunity to ride on the stagecoach for short portions of the trip. My father worked as a mail person on the railroad out of Los Angeles at the time and was chosen to ride one of the stretches of the journey. </span>Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138884867677774709.post-66425862835184379002016-08-12T17:16:00.001-07:002016-08-12T17:16:35.805-07:00On To Ruidoso, New Mexico<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We left Las Cruces early Tuesday morning, so that we would have time to stop at White Sands National Monument on our way to Ruidoso. Heading out on Hwy 70 we traveled east towards the Organ Mountains which are the eastern backdrop of Las Cruces. While in Mesilla, the old town near Las Cruces, we met a fellow pastellist in the town's art co-op and she told us that just about every Las Cruces artist gets around to painting the Organ mountains at some point. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On the other side of the Organ mountains is the Tularosa Valley, which is largely uninhabited by people as a good portion of it is used by the White Sands Missile Proving Grounds where the first atomic bomb was detonated about 100 miles north, in 1945. And 275 square miles of the valley is taken up by the White Sands National Monument. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Here we are out in the middle of White Sands. I had never been here before and Allan had not been there since he was a child. What is really interesting is that these are the largest gypsum sand dunes in the world and it is located over a shallow water system which means that in the more level areas, you can see pools of water sitting on top of the gypsum. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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In these areas, plants have an opportunity to take root and grow, however when the winds start to blow, the sands shift and dunes form which either cover the plants or cause the plants to lengthen their roots. Then later when the winds blow the sand away the roots are exposed and the plant dies. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Leaving White Sands, we continued East towards Alamogordo and then up into the mountains to Ruidoso. The photo shows the clouds building up over Ruidoso and no sooner did we arrive at the Pine Ridge RV Park, than the clouds opened up and dropped all of their moisture in a tremendous gullywasher of a rain. Next thing you know, we have a stream of water coming into our living area from the inside sill of the back window. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Nothing to do but try to staunch the flow until the rain stopped and then Allan got up on the roof and caulked all the seams along the roofline and around the back window. Well, no one felt like cooking dinner at that point, so we went to the Inn Of The Gods Casino and had a nice buffet dinner. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> It was not as nice as the buffet we had in Las Vegas, but there was a large selection and most of what we had was fine. Especially the bread pudding for dessert. We could have opted for the fancy restaurant which had a view out to the Lake, but if you look out the window in the photo, you will see the lake and forest beyond. It was a good ending to a long day.</span>Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138884867677774709.post-50771832602954656052016-08-08T08:07:00.001-07:002016-08-08T08:22:35.731-07:00BEACH.. BISHOP...HOME...AND BACK ON THE ROAD AGAIN.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It has been quite a while since my last post in Grover Beach, California where we became distracted over some issues from home. Mainly a couple of letters from the management of our Park. First to let us know that our CRV had a flat tire and had to be repaired asap or be towed. We called one of our neighbors who went over and filled the tire with air, but then not even a week later, we heard that it was going flat again. On top of this, we got a second letter saying that our yard had weed issues and so a different kind neighbor walked around our property while on the phone with me and found only one two-inch weed underneath our palm tree. After a conversation with our manager, I found out that the inspection had been done over two months prior and she was just sending out the letters.... all while over 60% of the people in the park were away for the summer. If the weed problems were not taken care of they intended to send someone to do it and charge the owners. A scam, hmmm, maybe. Managerial incompetence, definitely. Either way, it was stressful and after talking it over, we decided to cut our trip short and head back towards home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We couldn't go straight home because we had already purchased new flooring for the living area of the rv and we can only keep the rv for 48 hours in front of our home. So we kept the Bishop reservation and cancelled our Mono Lake reservation. We stayed in Bishop just long enough for Allan to rip out all the old carpeting which if everyone remembers from our trip last summer, had gotten completely soaked from a water leak. Add also that we have two dogs and the carpet is over 12 years old.... the old carpet had to go. We purchased bamboo flooring from Home Depot and other than a few minor issues, all went well.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We then headed for home in a marathon run, leaving Bishop at 6 in the morning. Arriving at the Oasis RV Resort at noon, where we got set up, and headed off to the best buffet we have ever had in Las Vegas at a casino called M. Our total bill for the two of us was $34. and that include wine and/or beer. Then back to the rv for a nap, then a swim, and then we unhooked the rv and departed about 6 pm to arrive home at 2 in the morning. A very long day but made doable by the afternoon break. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Good thing we got home to take care of things as the following day our water line for the irrigation shot up a geyser of water which we then discovered had been chewed by a coyote laying under our shrubs while we were gone. So now, the tire is fixed, the water line is fixed, there is not a single weed anywhere. So now what? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well I called Ruidoso, NM and we could not get in to the park we wanted until August 9th, so we decided to load up all of our already read, used books to take to Coas in Las Cruces. We packed up the rv again and headed east on hwy 60, then SE on hwy 70 and reached Las Cruces in the afternoon. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We dropped off 6 large bags of books at Coas and ended up walking away with 3 new bags of used books. For me, it was several mysteries, about 10 Books on Books, and a few travel essays. For Allan, it was The War. He loves personal accounts written by people in the War. Coas is one of the best used bookstores in the west and they take any book you bring in.... for credit of course. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We also went to the farmers market on Saturday, with 7 long blocks of vendors, mostly crafts, but plenty of produce, including the famous Hatch Chiles, which you see in the photo to your left.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">While in Las Cruces we dropped into the Art Museum which was showing an exhibit on plastics. The plastic bag that this woman is holding in the photo will take 450 years to completely break down. Over 25 cities in the US have now banned plastic bags in stores. Where we were staying in San Luis Obispo county in California, they did not allow plastic bags and everyone brought their own. Since we had plenty of Trader Joe's bags, we had no problem and actually prefer to use our own bags to help the environment as best we can. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We took a drive south along the Rio Grande to see the farms and orchards for photos. Las Cruces farmers grow cotton, sunflowers, pecan trees, corn, and of course, peppers, among other things. The pecan trees are watered by flooding and canals are everywhere... bringing the much needed water.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Since we had a number of days just to relax and hang out, Allan decided to replace the very old scratched plastic sink in our bathroom of the rv. We headed off to Home Depot again and they had one that was the perfect size. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today is our last day here, so we are going back over to St.Clair Winery for lunch. We have eaten there once already and they have really wonderful food, sometimes with a hint of Hatch Chile, and of course, some lovely wine. Allan purchased some of their Pinot Grigio last time we were there. For those of you in the Phoenix Area... if you want to taste their wine, it is labeled as Kokopelli in Arizona but is actually St. Clair wine. The owners of St. Clair go back five generations, leaving Poland in the 1800's for Algeria, then moving to the Burgundy region of France, and finally ending up here in Las Cruces where the terroir is similar to the vineyards they had in Algeria. So we will be having a great lunch on our last day here. And tomorrow we are heading up to Ruidoso, NM where the temps are in the 70's, we hope.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This week we drove up to Paso Robles to do some wine tasting. Actually it is Allan that does the tasting, and I take a tiny sip every so often when he thinks it is a good wine. The first place we stopped was August Ridge to taste a Pinot Grigio that they produce. It was excellent and we left there with only one bottle to take home, thinking that we would find more of the same quality along the way. Not so. Of course, Paso Robles is known for its red wines and not the whites, but still many of the wineries produce chardonnay or other whites, but we did not find any as good as the Pinot at August Ridge. We will have to go back, just to get a few more bottles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Some of the wineries are very small operations and have a limited tasting like the Rockin' R which is the photo to the right.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Others are larger with a tasting room adjacent to a luncheon area and in the winery to the left, it also had a large koi pond and an even larger gift shop.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And some of the wineries also have other farm produce which they sell. This winery lets the farm workers grow vegetables which they put out and you can fill up a bag and leave a donation for the workers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Earlier this week, Allan assembled his Folbot kayak. The whole thing comes apart and fits into a very large backpack. The tubing is sitting on the skin that will fold up and around the frame. Right now Allan is putting on the inflatable bags that fit onto the outside of the frame but are on the inside of the kayak. This helps the kayak stay afloat in case he is capsized (heaven forbid). </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> We actually have two of these kayaks, but I don't use mine any longer. I can barely bend my knees enough to get into it, and getting out of it would require a crane as I usually manage to fall into the water trying to pry myself up and out of the seat which is in an opening barely larger than your average toilet bowl. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So I now am reduced to driving Allan to a drop off point and then reading my book or taking photos while he kayaks, then meeting him for pick up when he is ready to dock. However, I did notice that this last time when he returned, he was having some getting out of the seat problems of his own. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have almost finished another painting. This is a compilation of two photos, both taken within yards of each other, but the pink bush was just a little further up the road then the actual scene I wanted. So taking an artist's license, I put the bush in my scene. I am still working from my Tehachapi photos. I have got to get something started on the Sonoran Desert, but it just does not call to me like the hillsides of California. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One of the fruits we purchased at the farmers market was a seedless mandarin orange. Umm Yum. Not too sour, not too sweet... just right. Easy to peel, kind of like a tangerine... and no seeds. Lovely! Well, we had to have one for our garden at home, so we looked around through the local nurseries and finally found one at a reasonable price. We were assured that it would do fine in Arizona... after all it did really well in all the climates of China, so we are bringing home a new citrus, and it even has fruit on it already.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well, of course we can't just walk into a nursery and buy a specific plant and then walk out again, so the citrus is bringing along three geranium friends, none of which we have seen in our local AZ nurseries.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Every morning it is foggy here in Grover Beach, and Shell Beach, and Pismo and Morro and you get the picture.... so we usually paint until the fog starts to lift and then we head out for the day. I just finished a painting of the Tehachapi hills a little after sunrise. Since we were staying in Tehachapi for a couple of days, we had time to get out and explore. It was our second morning when we found a canyon that headed back east towards Mojave. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Allan didn't start a painting until we got to our destination in Grover Beach. We took a drive east of Arroyo Grande and then north towards San Luis Obispo where we encountered vineyards. There are many small wineries along the back roads to the east of Hwy 101. We will be returning to some of these roads later on when we go wine tasting.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today we were really tired out because Elsie had a bad night last night and Allan ended up taking her out and walking her around a bit which seemed to help. So neither of us felt like doing much and instead we just kicked back this morning and then drove over to Morro Bay to the Bay Cafe for lunch. Just had a sandwich, nothing special, but then we were very bad and split a piece of tres leches cake for dessert. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we came out of the cafe, there were some hot rods and retro cars parked here and there and this car was especially interesting, mostly because of its passenger.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yes, it is a labradoodle, with sunglasses. He was a really big specimen and enjoyed meeting everyone. He could raise and lower his own doggoggles by rubbing them on the seat or dashboard. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Then.... we headed home for a well deserved nap.</span>Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138884867677774709.post-78144360744224669802016-06-04T07:48:00.003-07:002016-06-04T07:51:12.876-07:00SUMMER IS HERE AND WE ARE BACK ON THE ROAD<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">This has been one of the hardest winters we have gone through in many ways. The very worst part was Elsie ending up in the hospital for an esophageal obstruction (dog bone) and subsequent pneumonia. After endoscopic surgery, she was in an oxygen cubicle for four days and she was only given a 50/50 chance of pulling through. We drove an hour each way, every day to visit with her and finally we were able to bring her home with many prescriptions. Although she has pulled through, she is still having coughing episodes and we are still giving her two of the prescriptions. Her esophagus has been permanently widened at the lower end and she will have issues with food and water getting all the way to her stomach for the rest of her life. So some days are very good and she is happy to chase Murray for a bit and take her walk with Allan.... other days are not so good and she lays around coughing and refusing to walk. But she continues to be our wonder dog and we are very glad to have her still with us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the midst of all of our personal and canine health trials this winter... our pastel group held its first statewide show in Sedona and I was busy taking on line entries and also taking over as president of the association. It was a fabulous show and got many compliments from all the visitors and both of the judges. On a personal level it was a big success as Allan sold his painting "Rowing With Rover". </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It felt good to finally bring the rv home to pack up everything we would need for the summer and Saturday we finally headed west to stay our first night in Needles. Usually Needles is ultra hot... but it was actually just a normal kind of hot for a change. On Sunday, we continued west to Tehachapi where we always stay up at the glider airport. It is a valley at the top of the mountains, so the temps were in the 70's, which was perfect for us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The whole eastern side of the mountain is covered in windmills. Although in the photo they look like they are stationary, they are really all moving and creating energy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And then finally on Wednesday, we headed over to Grover Beach where we are staying for the month of June. Our rv park is adjacent to the scene in this photo. We just need to walk out of our park and we are on the beach. Right now it is foggy each morning and clears up in the afternoon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Of course... one of the first things that we did when we got here was to go to a farmers market. The Thursday Night farmers market in San Luis Obispo is about half produce and half food booths. We purchased some beautiful yellow beets, purple apricots, peaches, Ranier cherries, avocados, and a big bag of mixed salad greens. Allan had a pulled pork and I had street tacos. We capped that off with a hand crafted ice cream cone. It really feels good to be back on the road. </span>Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138884867677774709.post-59006741276900288822015-11-09T09:33:00.001-08:002015-11-09T09:33:34.743-08:00BACK HOME AND BUSY....<span style="font-size: large;">We arrived home in Arizona just in time to get ready for our Fall Show in the Scottsdale Artists School. Allan got two paintings accepted....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And I also found out that two of my paintings were juried into the New Mexico Pastel Society's National Show in Albuquerque. Luckily I did not need to ship the paintings because another of our members also got two paintings into the show and she volunteered to take them all there, if we would then pick them up at the end of the show. So we will be going to Albuquerque for Thanksgiving. Then later on I found out that Cypress Gardens received an award. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These two paintings have been in several shows now.... As a matter of fact, we just picked up Lembert Dome from the Northwest Pastel Society International Show in Tacoma this summer. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And just this week, I heard that I had a painting juried into the Best and Brightest Show in Scottsdale. This painting has also been making the rounds.....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Since we have returned home, I have been trying to start painting again..... it is always hard to do a proper studio painting when on the road and my plein air paintings leave a lot to be desired. I now consider them to be nothing more than color studies, but even that is being generous.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">However.... I did finish a painting that I started in the Spring. It was from a photo that I took in Tecopa, CA while we were staying at Tecopa Hot Springs. We always get up very early to go soak... and I took this photo as the sun was just coming up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Also I finished a painting that I had started in Yellowstone National Park.... no bison in this one, but I think I am going to try a bison painting this winter.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And I also finished another painting that was from a photo taken at dusk in Tecopa. Tecopa is such a photogenic place in the morning or in the evening. During the day... it just looks dry and washed out. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So I have been pretty busy with helping with the pastel show and also helping to set up a new web site for our pastel group.... check it out at <a href="http://www.apaa.wildapricot.org/">Arizona Pastel Artists Assn.</a> And our show chair and I have been working on the upcoming spring show in Sedona which is going to be open to all pastel artists in Arizona. This is a new step for our group and everyone is pretty excited about it. Allan and I will be taking the rv up to Cottonwood next week where we will be meeting with eight members who live up in that area and have volunteered to help with the Sedona Show. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Unfortunately for Allan, he has had quite a few home projects he has been working on ..... so not so many new paintings for him, but he is almost ready to get back to the easel. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And some of the most exciting news of all.... we read the book "Good Calories, Bad Calories".... which is a compilation of all the research done over the last 100 years on fat.... and what causes it. It is without a doubt a process driven by eating carbohydrates, specifically sugar and floury starches. So in the middle of September, we both stopped eating anything that falls in those categories, i.e. no pasta, bread, potatoes, soda, rice, flour, etc. We eat meat, dairy, vegetables (including those like carrots), fruits (but no bananas). Allan has dropped from 185 to 174.... and I have dropped from 180 to 164. Both of us have more energy, we feel more alert, we feel 20 years younger, well ok, maybe 5 years younger. And we don't feel like we are missing a thing. We eat dark chocolate, we have strawberries and cream for dessert at night, we are creating some fabulous salads and sides. And we just had a medical checkup and all of our numbers are way down. My cholesterol dropped from 176 to 123. And our blood test was taken when we had only been on the diet for 3 weeks. And in spite of eating all kinds of saturated fats from meat and butter and cream, our HDL numbers are up and the LDL numbers are down. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So Life Is Good as the T-shirts say..... </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I will keep you all posted..... and thanks for reading about our achievements. Have a great Thanksgiving. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span>Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138884867677774709.post-18196745180292236882015-09-09T15:55:00.003-07:002015-09-09T15:55:38.277-07:00TETONS AND HOME<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After two weeks in Yellowstone with no cell phone and limited email, we were happy to move south to Coulter Bay where we would be within driving distance to Jackson. Hopefully in Jackson we would be able to make some phone calls. But again no cell service in Jackson, so off to the Verizon store where after an hour or so, our SIM card was replaced and then we were back on the grid. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Of course we drove around every day and took plenty of photos of all the many natural features, but one of the very best places we went was to the National Wildlife Art Museum which houses over 5000 pieces of wildlife art by various artists ranging from contemporary back to about the 1600's. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Allan giving a moose a hand.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Outside of the museum was a wildlife sculpture walk and the sculptures were not just Wyoming animals, there were other animals represented, such as penguins.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Inside was a striking lobby with a totem pole of animals along with sculptures all throughout the museum with a special room for all the small sculptures which were inside a glass case.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One of the largest paintings was also a pastel. Rosa Bonheur had two paintings in the exhibit and one of them was a soft pastel on linen done in 1897 from a subject outside her home in Fountainbleu. She was a strong advocate of believing that men were not the only gender that could have artistic talents. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There were many paintings from the artists of the Hudson River Valley and of the Early American Impressionists. This painting is by Albert Bierstadt with the wildlife taking second place to the landscape.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There was a section of the room where wildlife art was displayed to show how most artists (and photographers) choose the male of the species to portray. This painting is of 3 female moose. "Ladies Lunch" by Ken Carlson in 1994 is depicting a usual scene when showing female animals; they are either eating, or nursing, or protecting their young.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Deer Among The Aspens" 1939 is by Ernest Martin Hennings of the Taos Society of Artists and shows the influence of the Japanese Woodblock prints that were so popular during that time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There were many examples of the work by Carl Rungius who was a German artist who initially came to the West to hunt in the early 1900's. He said that at first he hunted for 6 days and then painted for one day, and then that changed to him painting for 6 days and hunting for one day. Most of the paintings in the Teton Lodge are by him and his paintings were commissioned by many museums and private parties. He ended up living in New York in the winter in order to complete his studio pieces although he did do plenty of plein air as well.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This was such a great museum that although we just stopped by for a few minutes, we ended up staying for hours including having lunch at their lovely cafe looking out at the prairie and mountains to the east. I would have stayed longer but my partner was busy being a turkey and so I thought it was time to go. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138884867677774709.post-45787953046462105102015-08-27T10:33:00.002-07:002015-08-27T10:33:42.374-07:00ON TO YELLOWSTONE<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">From Glacier NP, we headed south to Missoula where we stayed at Jim and Mary's RV Park. This was not our first visit here and we can highly recommend this rv park for its beauty, cleanliness, and large rv spaces. This was our time to get the laundry done using their laundry facilities so that we could do all of our blankets, sheets, etc as well as the little stuff that I usually do in our rv washer and dryer. We also headed to Costco to stock up on meat and purchase more vitamin supplements to keep us going for a few more months. And we had timed the visit so that we would be able to take advantage of their wonderful double farmers markets, one near the railway station and the other by the river, both on Saturday morning. I was able to purchase a big bag of huckleberries along with all the other produce that I normally find. So for the next few days I made huckleberry pancakes with the whole grain hand milled flour that I had purchased in Columbia Falls.... and I also made huckleberry scones from scratch. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Montana Valley Used Bookstore</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">While we were in Missoula, we made a concerted effort to find a used book store, but we were disappointed with the few we found, until a seasonal baker at the Le Petit Outre (a wonderful bakery we found, as if we needed more baked goods) told us about a used book store about 15 miles west of Missoula. This was one very old and rickety book store with books piled up ceiling high and a basement with bookcases from one end to the other. Allan found lots of personal memoir war books and I found a few books on books as wells as some books of essays. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Allan, lower left corner, with Bud Light</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">From Missoula we headed east, stopping in Anaconda at the Fairmont Hot Springs RV Park. After setting up, we drove 15 miles to Butte for lunch and found a great used book store run by the daughter of a man who traveled in Europe and send back books for the bookstore. Again we both left the store with boxes of books. That evening we went over to the resort and paid our $4.75 each to use the hot springs. We purchased a Bud Light at the outdoor bar and settled in for a lovely soak. They have two pools inside and two pools outside. The water is clean, not sulfuric, and it is very relaxing.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yellowstone NP Bison</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The next morning we headed out early to the West Yellowstone gate where we stopped briefly for fuel and lunch and a huckleberry ice cream cone. Then we proceeded on through into the park where I am always amazed how we can use our National Park senior pass for entry at no cost. We drove on through to the Fishing Bridge RV Park at Yellowstone Lake. This is actually a great location with most of the bison action just to the north of us and some of the hot springs and mud pots to the north as well. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Old Faithful</td></tr>
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We took a drive even further north the following day to see Mt Washburn which at 10,000 feet did not look all that imposing, but then we were already at 8,400 feet. The altitude was a bit of a problem at first, as I got a very bad headache and didn't feel well for a couple of days, but then I got acclimated and all was well so we thought we would head over to Geyser Village to see Old Faithful. You would think that if you saw one mud pot or hot springs, they would all be the same. Here is a selection of just some of the volcanic features on view around the boardwalk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">All of these features have names but I did not write them down. There are bison prints all around the pools and crusts of mud and algae. They come here in the winter to eat the grass that stays under the shallow snow. They use their big head to push the snow away and then feed on the grass. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In spite of the many signs of danger, we saw many human footprints out on the crust near the pools and a ranger told us that occasionally a bison gets too near the edge and falls in. They have had human incidents as well. There are also warning signs everywhere about approaching the bison. But there have been 5 people gored already this year and one hiker eaten by a grizzley this year. For some reason, no one believes the signs. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we got back to our rv at fishing bridge after a very long day, we drove up to find water pouring out of the seams of our rig. Allan shut off the water and we opened the door to find all of the kitchen/living area inches deep in water. The poor dogs were up on the couch and were glad to see us. Allan found the problem right away, the water supply control valve to the water heater had broken and of course this had to happen on the one day we took to explore. We had stayed home for the two days prior because of my headache, but no, it could not happen then, fate had to wait for us to leave before dealing us another blow. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We soaked up as much as we could with towels and Allan went to the service station at fishing bridge to see if they could do anything. Well they said to bring the rig right over and they would make a temporary fix for us. They closed at 5 and it was already 3:30, so we literally crammed all the stuff sitting around on our bed, in the shower, and any other place we could put something without it being in the living room.... then we got the dogs into the truck and zoomed over to have the water leak fixed. The following day we drove the 80 miles east to Cody where we purchased a shop vac and hair dryer at Walmart (along with needed food supplies), had a great breakfast at Our Place and returned home to begin the drying process in earnest. I guess it takes a disaster to get us to do a really deep clean of the rig. The rug is now dry and looks good. Most everything is back in its rightful place and we are just kicking back a little, painting a little, and hoping to have an uneventful final week here at the Park. </span>Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138884867677774709.post-78038124733278821952015-08-16T07:49:00.002-07:002015-08-16T07:49:25.514-07:00GOING TO THE SUN IN GLACIER NATIONAL PARK<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spruce Park RV Park along the Flathead River, Montana</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The drive down hwy 93 from Canada to Kalispell, Montana was scenic and easy. Almost all of the scenery was of farm fields with the mountains in the background. When we got to the border we stopped at the duty free shop to divest ourselves of the remaining Loonies and Toonies (Canadian dollars). We got some maple syrup for the exact amount we had left in our pockets. This time coming through US Customs, we had to turn in our one lemon and all of our tomatoes before proceeding south. We had an RV space reserved in the Spruce Park RV Park which had a fabulous location but was plagued with hornets and yellow jackets. One of our neighbors went out and purchased a couple of traps and within a day or two had at least a thousand of the little nuisances dead in their trap. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">West Side of Logan Pass</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We spent one of our days at the Whitefish Art Festival, which was a non starter...... mostly photographs and rustic wood carving. And we spent a morning down in Bigfork, a charming little village on Flathead Lake. But our real focus was on making the trip across the Going To The Sun road in Glacier National Park. When we first arrived at Spruce Park, we were told that the road on the eastern side of Logan Pass was not open due to wildfires, but after a couple of days, the road did open for limited hours and we headed out early in the morning before they changed their minds. We had some beautiful shadows on the mountains as we climbed the steep and windy pass. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Allan, Elsie, and Murray at a pullout, still on the West Side of Logan Pass</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">On the western side of Logan Pass we were able to pull over at view points and take photos. We had already been warned when we entered the national park that we would not be able to do that on the eastern side.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Garden Wall, west of Logan Pass</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We must have been in the right season for the spectacular views of flowers all along the way, especially on a cliff called the Garden Wall.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Western Side of Logan Pass</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As the sun rose higher in the sky, we were treated to some emerald green shoulders of the mountains in the distance. Closer to us were blue flowers lining the road.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the top of Logan Pass near the Visitor Center</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">At the top of Logan Pass there was a visitor center with restrooms and trails heading off to some of the peaks. We were not able to take any of the trails because the national parks do not allow dogs on the trails. But we had a good break and ate our P & J sandwiches before heading down the eastern side of the mountain.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ptarmigan in summer plumage (in winter they are white)</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We were able to pull over at a viewpoint not far from the top of Logan Pass and ran into a bird usually seen in the arctic but because of the elevation of Logan Pass, they are frequently seen in this area.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Glacier National Park wildfire damage</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It wasn't long before we started seeing evidence of the wildfires which have been out of control for weeks. In some areas the smoke was still rising and just a few days later, the fire started up again and the roads were again closed. We were lucky to have had this window of time after driving so far to see the park. The best part of the park is near the summit, the remainder of the park is similar to any park with trees and creeks and lakes. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blackfeet Reservation, south of St Marys</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rather than retrace our steps back over the same road, we chose to travel around the southern perimeter of the park. This is a beautiful area of prairie with wildflowers blooming everywhere. We stopped in East Glacier for lunch and then continued around the bottom of the park and then turned north to get back to our rv in Kalispell. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138884867677774709.post-5875602508710135052015-08-08T09:05:00.001-07:002015-08-08T09:05:08.750-07:00RADIUM HOT SPRINGS<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Columbia River Wetlands about 5 miles south of Radium Hot springs looking west toward the Purcell Mountains.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We have just returned from a two week visit to SE British Columbia. Having heard how congested the Banff area was in the summer, we had decided to stay on the western side of the Rockies in the town of Radium Hot Springs. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It was an easy, but long trip north from Coeur d'Alene and the border crossing took all of 30 seconds. Nothing like our experience crossing into Vancouver. The drive up to Radium was through a long narrow valley which encompasses the headwaters of the Columbia River. Over 80 rivers feed into the Columbia creating a large wetlands with marshes of horsetails and cattails, streams crisscrossing each other, ponds, flowing rivers, and lakes. The area is not inhabited due to the seasonal flooding so it provides a wonderful sanctuary for all kinds of waterfowl, hawks, wolves, black bear, and smaller animals. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Radium Valley Vacation Resort</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We stayed in the Radium Valley Vacation Resort and although it was convenient to the town, the hot springs, and the drive over to Banff, we would not stay there again because of the nature of the park. What we did not know until we got there was that it was an RCI park which caters to family camping and there were children everywhere, including in our site, babies crying at midnight, babies in diapers in the hot tub and swimming pool of the resort, and there were fines for not obeying the rules, which were numerous. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Radium Hot Springs, Kootenay National Park</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The hot springs are in Kootenay National Park about 4 miles from Radium. There is a hot pool and a cooler pool, although it was still warm enough. It was reasonably priced because it was run by the national park, so we were able to drive over several times during our visit to sit and soak at the end of the day. Although the pool itself is similar to a regular pool, the surroundings are steep cliffs with the occasional bighorn sheep or deer walking across up above the pools. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fairmont Hot Springs</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We also drove south back down to Fairmont Hot Springs one day, about a 30 minute drive, to try their pools. It was similar to Radium in that there was a hot pool and a cool pool, but the price was double that of Radium. What was really great however, was that they had a huge rv park attached to the resort back in the pine trees. So those folks who were staying at the rv park got a special rate and a bracelet to wear which allowed them to enter the pools as many times as they wanted. After a long soak in their pool we had been tipped off to a good place for lunch called "From Scratch". One of the best meals we have had on the road in a while. I had a roast chicken with grilled veggies and Allan had the ribs. I know it sounds ordinary but the spices and sauces that accompanied each dish were extraordinary. Sorry, no photos, I know that many of our readers seem to crave photos of our best meals, but we were so hungry after our soak, we just dug in and scraped the plate before we remembered about taking photos. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bighorn Sheep in downtown Radium</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">One thing that really worked out well for us was the location of where we were staying. Hwy 93 turned east into Kootenay National Park right in the center of Radium. It was an easy hour and fifteen minutes up to Hwy 1 which is the east/west interstate that goes from Vancouver over to Alberta, Canada. From that intersection, we could go south about 20 minutes to Banff or north 20 minutes to Lake Louise. Since the first three days of our visit was rainy, we took the drive to see the town of Banff. It was mostly hotels, tourist stores, and restaurants. The only thing we purchased was a jacket for me, mostly because it was on sale from $100 to $40 and $40 Canadian dollars are equivalent to about $32 US dollars and it was a great jacket which, I might modestly say, looked great on me. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Entrance to Kootenay National Park</td></tr>
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We did have a really good lunch in an Irish pub. What was really interesting for me when I looked at the menu was to see a selection entitled "bacon butty". Now for many of you who know me really well, you know that I am a foreign mystery buff and have read mysteries in Africa, Spain, Brazil, Germany, Russia, Israel, Canada, and Iceland to name a few. But I also read a lot of British mysteries and the Inspector is always telling someone to go down to the caff and get him (or her) a bacon butty. Well there is never an explanation of what that is exactly. Obviously it is some kind of sandwich, and it has bacon, but other than that I have been clueless. So I asked the waitress in the Irish pub, what is a bacon butty? And it is two pieces of white bread, buttered, with bacon in between. So now you all know too. Just in case you are ever asked. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lake Louise</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have saved the best part of our trip for last. The visit to Lake Louise was the highlight of our visit. We had to wait for a sunny day, and we had to leave very early in the morning, as we had been warned that if we did not get there before nine a.m. we would not be able to park very close. We also had to take the dogs with us, which we usually don't do, but this was going to be a full day. As we were pulling in off of the highway around 8:30 a.m. we were in a long procession of vehicles all doing the same thing. We did get a parking spot near the hotel, but when Allan went back to the truck one half hour later to drop off our jackets, the parking lot was already full. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lake Louise water tastes good.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We took the walk along the north side of the lake which is the same trail that takes everyone to the teahouses. We did not want to go that far but did walk over 4 miles, out and back. The dogs were troopers and had a great time getting admiration from everyone and sniffing noses with other dogs and even going into the water when they wanted a drink. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking back towards the Hotel</td></tr>
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We made it all the way to the very end of the lake where water was dripping down from the glacier above. The minerals from the rocks provide the color of the lake and there was plenty of sediment all around, they even built a boardwalk to get across some of it for the walkers. We were really glad we saved the best for last. If we do come back this way, I think we will brave the crowds in Banff and stay at the rv park there so that we can do more exploring in this area. </span>Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138884867677774709.post-66691927316516297782015-07-22T09:14:00.001-07:002015-07-22T09:14:20.184-07:00BACK TO BC<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tomorrow we are leaving Coeur d'Alene early in the a.m. and are heading north to Radium Hot Springs in British Columbia. It will be a long drive for us plus the added time of crossing the border. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I will be turning off my phone for two weeks. If anyone needs to get in touch with us, please use our email. We will not be able to receive text messages or phone calls. We will be returning to the U.S. on August 6th. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am hoping that the park in Radium Hot Springs has a wifi in which case we will be able to get our email regularly and I will probably be able to post a blog. But if we have to rely on wifi at hotspots then there will be no blog entries until we return and I will only be able to email when we have service. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">p.s. The photos above are the four of us enjoying the hot summer days on the Wenatchee River. We had very relaxing times in the water on day 1 and day 2.... but on day 3 a three foot snake went right over my foot which was in the water and that was it for me, I was out of there, with the dogs following me. So Allan called it a day as well. After working for the forest service and having numerous awful encounters with snakes, usually rattlesnakes, I prefer to avoid them whenever possible. I don't know what kind of snake was touching my foot, but he did not look nice or friendly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Signing off for now..... Sharon and Allan, Elsie and Murray </span><br />
<br />Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138884867677774709.post-86313336970498549102015-07-20T10:12:00.000-07:002015-07-22T08:56:26.474-07:00WINTHROP TO WENATCHEE<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our first stop after leaving Vancouver was a small cowboy themed town on Hwy 20 East called Winthrop. We had driven Hwy 20 on past trips, but only as far as Winthrop from the East and as far as the town of Concrete from the West. We had never actually been over the entire highway. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Well, surprise surprise.... the road took us through what was called the American Alps. It was actually the Cascades National Park and although we have been staying all around this area for years, we were not aware that there was a national park hidden away on Hwy 20. There were many trailheads off of the highway leading off into the wilderness but we never really saw a visitor center although there was a road leading south that might have been promising. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> However we had a long drive ahead of us and we continued on to Winthrop where we stayed in the Pine Near RV Park which turned out to be wonderful. Huge grassy sites, full hookups, free wifi, and dark starry nights. And it was a simple walk to town. We were only there for a few days so that we could do the laundry, go to the grocery store and generally catch up before moving East. The grocery store in Twisp was interesting with wild animals displayed everywhere; bears, African lions, mountain lions, wildebeests, etc. It gives new meaning to knowing where your meat comes from. </span><br />
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We also were going to try and do a plein air painting and went out one day to find a location and get some photos. We found a beautiful field full of mustard plants and returned the next day all ready to paint only to find that the whole field had been tilled under. They must have done it in the middle of the night? <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oh well, on to Wenatchee where we had reservations at the Wenatchee River County Park. Another beautiful location with sites arranged around a circle which gave everyone a lot of privacy. Huge poplar trees and green grass all around and all of this adjacent to the Wenatchee River. Since the weather is in the 90's here, we went out and got a couple of rafts to take down to the river. Quite nice, just bobbing about in the water on a lazy afternoon. The dogs enjoyed it too. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We were here on a Saturday, so had to visit the Wenatchee Farmers Market. We had been there before and knew that all the fresh produce, especially fruit from the area would be for sale. And we were not disappointed. Peaches, about 6 different varieties, apricots, cherries, blueberries and plums. We were also able to buy fresh salmon and just picked corn on the cob. And I was able to get cabbage salsa. We hadn't had cabbage salsa since we left California. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Of course we couldn't resist going over to Leavenworth at least once while we were here. It is such a great success story for a town refashioned to look like a town in Bavaria. Even if it is a little hokey, there are still some good brats with beer, so we went over for lunch and ended up finding a great consignment shop where Allan purchased two Tommy Hilfiger shirts. Tomorrow we head to Coeur d'Alene, which will be our take off point for Radium Hot Springs. </span>Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138884867677774709.post-8084603919769079972015-07-14T15:24:00.003-07:002015-07-14T15:39:46.494-07:00VANCOUVER REFLECTIONS<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We have been off line for the last week because we were visiting Vancouver, British Columbia. We crossed the border at Blaine, WA and it was about a half hour wait with an abrupt, dare I say hostile, border patrol guard who was a bit in your face with questions about what we were going to do while in Vancouver and how long we were going to stay, but after we were asked the same questions over and over with nary a smile, it became insulting. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After negotiating the border hurdle, we had smooth sailing to the Capilano RV Resort which is located in West Vancouver, just across the Lions Gate bridge from Stanley Park. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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The park is located on tribal land and is right on the Capilano river. It was an easy walk to the mall across the river where we could go to the Whole Foods Market or catch the bus to downtown Vancouver. We could look down on the river as we crossed a small bridge and see the native men who were sitting on the rocks every day with nets to catch the salmon as they came upstream. The men were there from early in the morning until about dinner time and placed the salmon in little pools created with the rocks. By the end of the day, there were about 60 or 70 salmon in the little pools. Supposedly the natives were allowed to catch salmon for food... but it was a little suspect to see the same guys there every day, drinking beer and smoking dope? which was passed around in a little pipe. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We had been to Granville Island in 2006 but wanted to return and peruse the public market and visit some of the artisans who have studios on the island. This time we got to see a public art project by two Brazilian street artists known as Os Gemeos. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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They painted the Ocean Concrete Silos at the concrete plant and the close ups of the art work show show how they achieved the wrinkles in the clothes and other details to make the clothing look just like fabric from a distance. There are many street performers throughout the district but the big draw is the food. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Another day we went by bus to downtown Vancouver and then walked to Gastown where we just browsed some of the shops and had lunch. But mostly we wanted to visit a used bookstore by the name of MacLeods. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The place was run by two old guys and they knew where every book was. </span><br />
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All you had to do was ask for something and they knew right where to find it. We had been looking in other book stores for a long time to find Winston Churchill's book "The River War". They had a rare copy for over $300. and then they had a less expensive copy which Allan snapped up right away. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">By the way... if you are in downtown Vancouver, you should make a point of eating lunch at Meat and Bread. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I had the best Porchetta Sandwich I have ever had in my life and Allan had a Corned Beef Sandwich which was eaten by him at the speed of light. It is just a walk up and buy a take away lunch but we found a place outside at an office building's patio which worked out great.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One of the places I really wanted to visit was the Vancouver Art Museum, which they call the Vancouver Art Gallery. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They have over 1000 of Emily Carr's paintings of British Columbia forest lands and I was really looking forward to seeing them up close. Unfortunately, all they had of her work was some of the tree paintings, no totem poles at all, which she is known for painting. It was really a disappointment but I was happy to see what they did have on view. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I had no idea that her paintings were so musical and almost spiritual. Seeing her work in a book does not convey the lightness of her strokes and the mystical nature that she has given to the trees in the forest. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">At the time when she did these paintings, the natives lived almost exclusively on the edge of the forest in order to access the bounty of the sea. The forest was dark and forbidding and she managed to capture that aspect as well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These paintings were practically hidden on the 4th floor of the museum and the remaining 3 floors were holding special exhibits. If you think that I might have taken a photo of a workroom where we had gotten lost, you would be mistaken, this shelving unit with all the junk is the exhibit. I guess I am just not that enlightened.... because I could look at my own closet at home and see plenty of this kind of art. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One whole floor of the museum was dedicated to this nonsense.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> In addition, there were some other completely terrible ideas of art designed to provoke the viewer. The tables where Allan is standing have figures cut out of a book entitled "The Last Two Million Years". </span> <br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">And my personal favorite is the Banana. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We actually paid $15 each to see these exhibits and the exhibit that should have been given some prominence was relegated to the back room, so to speak. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On our final day in Vancouver we went to Queen Elizabeth Park which also houses the Bloedel Conservatory. This was a great finale for our visit as the garden was exquisite with a duplication of the Busch Gardens in Victoria, filling some quarry areas with walks and floral displays. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Although the day was overcast and sometimes drizzly, it was still great to be out walking and being inside the Bloedel Conservatory was a delight with over a hundred species of birds, all fairly well familiar with humans, so we were able to take oodles of photos close up and personal. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">Of course Allan couldn't resist goofing around with the statuary before we left the park.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am also happy to report that our border crossing back into the US of A was welcoming and friendly. We did have to wait in line for about half an hour, but we got a smile on our return. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are currently at the Fidalgo Bay RV Resort in Anacortes, Washington and it seems as if the last couple of weeks have just flown by. For all of you who know us, you will know that we have been just doing all of our usual excursions and I really have no excuse for not posting sooner, but I will try to recapture a few highlights of the last few weeks.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I did mention in the last post about visiting Kubota Gardens. So the photo above is one of the many views of that garden and we were lucky that our friend Jann had a day to join us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">While we were out hunting down used bookstores in the Fremont area of Seattle, we came across a bookstore that had a different take on the usual bookstore cat. Ophelia's Books had a bookstore rabbit with a little swiss chalet rabbit hutch and a tiny fenced yard. They also had a great selection of books. While we were waiting for the store to open, we walked around the district, even having a late breakfast in a vegan, glutin free cafe. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was pretty good considering it didn't have any ingredients I was used to using when I cook. On our walk we discovered a gigantic statue of Lenin. Someone had painted his hands red with red paint and since our friends Jim and Nancy had just had their photo taken with President Carter, Allan decided he would have his photo taken with Lenin. This 7 ton sculpture was toppled by the revolution in Slovakia in 1988 and has taken many side trips before arriving in Fremont where it stimulates local controversy. Note that there is a for sale sign painted on the front of Lenin. That is because it is privately owned and is for sale. If you are interested, contact the City of Fremont. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We also visited a used book store in Duvall, Washington. This store is not on the internet and does not even have a phone. We stumbled onto it by accident a few years ago and return when we are in the area. This year while we were there, we walked to a restaurant nearby and noticed a group of people staring up into the sky. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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They were looking at a Sun Halo which is sometimes called a sundog. It is formed by water vapor that freezes into ice crystals up in a layer of the atmosphere. When the sun shines through the ice crystals, the light refracts and we see a halo that has the colors of the rainbow around the sun. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Although we went to several farmers markets while in the Seattle area, one of the most interesting was the University Market in the University District of the city. This market is ranked as one of the 10 best in the state and it was all food products or prepared foods, no arts or crafts. However they did have one unique stall, which we have never seen in any other market (and we go to numerous markets on our travels). A poetry booth where there were three young people prepared to write a poem on any topic for any price. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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I think if there is one thing that I really miss while living in Arizona, it is the fresh fruits and vegetables that are available everywhere in the northwest. We have been eating the ripest berries, peaches, and cherries, just picked and delicious. We have had salads and grilled veggies at every meal. Of course we offset all this goodness by eating all the fabulous scones, strudels, and breads that are also plentiful. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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The first excursion we had once we reached Anacortes was the annual Symphony Garden Tour. Visiting gardens and listening to the symphony members play their instruments is always a pleasure and is well worth the donation ticket fee. This year the gardens were not as spectacular, and the weather was drizzly and sprinkly all day, but it was still a </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">wonderful outing and we met many gardeners who were justifiably proud of their gardens. One of the smaller gardens was owned by a potter and the garden was filled with art objects, not all of them hers. Sculptures and paintings, birdhouse art, mosaics, and more. It was a tiny space but filled with lovely art to catch your eye. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Yesterday.... we went to Dakota Art and purchased many pastels. I think the more pastels you have, the better you will be as an artist. If that isn't a great rationale, I don't know what is. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When Allan and I are at home, we do a lot of cooking and eating at home. But when we are on the road in our rv, then we start looking for interesting places to eat. When we look for a restaurant, we want to find a place that has something to offer that we can't or probably won't prepare at home. Because we were meeting our friend Jann at the Kubota Gardens this week, I went on line to find a restaurant nearby that would be a good place for lunch. Pizzeria Pulcinella looked like it would be close to the gardens, but before making that final decision I took a glance at their menu on line to determine if they had anything we would particularly enjoy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They had a lunch menu that was priced reasonably and included several salads, many different kinds of pizza, polenta, and panini sandwiches and more. But the big surprise was that they were a registered Neapolitan Pizzeria. Coincidentally I had purchased a used book the week before called Best Food Writing of 2000 Edited by Alice Waters, and had just read one of the food essays the night before entitled Food Court by Nancy Harmon Jenkins of Food and Wine Magazine about how Neapolitan Pizza was going to obtain the coveted Protected Designation of Origin by the European Union which recognizes about 500 foods and beverages as having something inherently special and inimitable and deserves to be in a protected status. This means that several requisites have to be met; where the product is made, the raw materials from which it is created, the knowledge of how to make the product and the sensibility built up over generations. Most people are familiar with champagne wine, roquefort cheese, or Po Valley ham, but now Neapolitan Pizzas will have that designation as well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So what a surprise to find that this restaurant has that designation and is number 304 on the register for protected status of neapolitan pizzas. This means that they had to have a wood fired pizza oven made in Italy sent over to be used to make their pizzas (they had to remove the front wall of the restaurant to get it in the building). They also have to import the flour and yeast. And they have to have the training and knowledge to know what exactly makes this pizza different than any other. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well of course we had to order a pizza and Allan chose the pepperoni and portabello mushroom pizza. Jann and I decided to share a polenta with Italian sausage meat sauce. We all had the rugala salad with Arugula, cherry tomatoes, and olive oil with Meyer lemon dressing. We dug right in and then remembered that we should be taking photos, so my apologies for the photos of half eaten food. Actually it was lucky I did remember or the photos might have been of scraped clean plates. The pizza was thin crust, with a crispy edge and a soft elastic dough center. Delicious. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then we could not resist the dessert menu. We decided to share. Allan had spumoni, Jann had profittaroli, and I had the crema al limone. Well they were all good, but the crema al limone which had been flown over from Milan, was exceptional. It tasted kind of like a cross between sorbet and ice cream and was a lemon cream swirled with a limoncello. Since once again we started eating before we got photos, our waitress was kind enough to bring out another limoncello flute for the photo. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">If you don't have the time or the money to fly to Italy and you are in the Seattle/Tacoma area, then consider taking a drive to South Seattle. You can take a stroll around the Kubota Gardens and then drive a couple of blocks over to Pizzeria Pulcinella for lunch <a href="http://www.pulcinellapizza.com/">www.pulcinellapizza.com</a>. It is something special.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138884867677774709.post-87464366278064259872015-06-15T10:53:00.002-07:002015-06-15T10:53:14.073-07:00GIG HARBOR IN THE SUN<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Last week we stayed at the Gig Harbor RV Resort so that we would be close to several gardens we wanted to visit and also to be within driving distance of the American Art Gallery where the Northwest Pastel Society was having their National Show. Since I had gotten my painting "Lembert Dome" juried into the show, we headed over to Tacoma on our first day in the area. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The American Art Gallery was established in 1889 and is located in a charming historic business district of Tacoma. Later in the week we met up with Jann Perez, a friend of ours from our Arizona Pastel group who lives in the area and she met us at the gallery where we walked around and critiqued all the paintings. Later she gave us a guided tour of the historic buildings around the gallery before we had a great lunch together. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There are a number of different gardens in the Tacoma area to choose from and we started off with a visit to the Seymour Botanical Conservatory in Wright Park. It is not very big, but it has a large number of begonia specimens. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">All beautiful and none of which would survive in Phoenix. This was a short stop on our way to Culpepper's Used Book Store where we both found a couple of books to add to our growing collection. We also went to a new used book store called Kings. They didn't have much to interest Allan, but they had lots of foreign mystery authors, some of my favorites.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVT5_rZ1GUMOJel3S3aQi5thwx1vSc0xebSf2qqGYVzM_s_RftnU9JXhycUg44tgz_CiP6fG7xsEPTDdcIlKo9I0M7LvkEmNqhToLjf2d77bvL7L7D-Kp6Z3xHTPWxLJIlJc59NHIS_Ac/s1600/20150608_104553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVT5_rZ1GUMOJel3S3aQi5thwx1vSc0xebSf2qqGYVzM_s_RftnU9JXhycUg44tgz_CiP6fG7xsEPTDdcIlKo9I0M7LvkEmNqhToLjf2d77bvL7L7D-Kp6Z3xHTPWxLJIlJc59NHIS_Ac/s400/20150608_104553.jpg" width="225" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">On another day, we took a drive to Maple Valley to visit the Lake Wilderness Arboretum. This is an interesting story of an old abandoned airport landing strip that was purchased by a group of Master Gardeners and turned into an arboretum by accepting donations of gardens that had lost their owners and were going to be destroyed. Entire gardens were uprooted and transplanted in the new arboretum. This garden now has the largest collection of deciduous azaleas in the world. They also have a Japanese maple grove and have set aside 26 acres for a second growth forest with trails and pathways. As we walked one of the pathways, we came upon a lending library of garden books built into a tree stump by one of the master gardeners. </span><br />
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Two wealthy sisters from Seattle, married socially prominent and wealthy men. Eulalie and her husband purchased a property now known as Lakewold where Eulalie hired Thomas Church to design a garden for her and she herself became an ardent hands-on gardener. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The home that was built is actually similar in design to her sister's home but the property is smaller and more residential which does not detract at all from the many intimate areas that were planted along the lakeside. There is a swimming pool shaped like a four leaf clover, and sculptures throughout the garden pathways, a small pond with benches for contemplation, and a wonderful gazebo with fuschia baskets hanging inside and a dogwood tree on the outside. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bloedel Reserve meadow</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But the best garden of all is the Bloedel Reserve. Prentice Bloedel inherited his father's timber company and went on to be the first person to create sawdust logs for fireplace burning. He was an environmentalist and ensured that all logged areas were replanted. He married Virginia (Eulalie's sister) and they purchased property with a home on Bainbridge Island. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bloedel Reserve and Home</td></tr>
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This property became his crowning achievement and he ultimately retired early from the timber business to devote all of his time to developing his garden. This property is considerably larger than Lakewold and Bloedel had plenty of </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">room to set aside areas for a meadow, a forest walk with a very large natural pond, waterfalls, bogs, wooden bridges, manicured lawns, japanese garden and guesthouse, moss garden, fern garden, and so on. As you near the completion of the circular trail that takes you around the property, you come upon the spring fed reflection pond surrounded by yew trees. This is a quiet serene place and is definitely a scene such as Bloedel was hoping to capture.... "a place where people find refreshment and tranquility in the presence of natural beauty". </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">If you have time for only one garden in the northwest, this is the one you will want to visit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138884867677774709.post-83519085387890569742015-06-05T15:30:00.002-07:002015-06-05T15:34:52.724-07:00PORTLAND, OREGON GARDENS<div style="text-align: left;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jenkins Estate</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">On every trip to the northwest, we always plan on stopping in Portland so that we can visit Powell's bookstore to exchange our used books for more used books. This time we carried in 4 heavy bags of books and carried out about the same amount we carried in. While we were in the downtown Powell's, there was a fun run in the streets outside. Getting out of town was a nightmare of one-way streets, blocked off streets, crazy runners in goofy getups milling around, and the general hubbub of a Saturday night on the town. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rhododendron Flowers</td></tr>
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It was a lot easier when we went to the Powell's in Beaverton where we found many more books to cart back to the groaning rv. While we were in the Beaverton area, we also indulged our second favorite thing to do in Portland, which is visit gardens. The Jenkins Estate is not far from Beaverton and <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">95 year old elm trees</td></tr>
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was actually considered to be in the countryside when purchased by Belle and her husband. Belle was the daughter of a shipping magnate in Portland and loved horses, so the new home included stables and riding paths along with English garden areas, rhododendron gardens, a pond garden, meadows, and an Elm drive (which is 95 years old now). </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kerr Home, Garden of the Bishop's Close</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The following couple of days were pouring rain, off and on, which sort of put a damper on any further exploration of gardens, but luckily we had any number of books to choose from and read. But on the third day of rain, we decided to do as the Portlanders do, which is go out there anyway. So we grabbed a couple of umbrellas and went to visit Elk Rock, the Garden of the Bishop's Close. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Garden of the Bishop's Close</td></tr>
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This was originally the home (and business) of a Scottish immigrant who specialized in importing grain back in 1888. The home sits on a bluff, which is itself on a steep hillside, overlooking the Willamette River. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Level area up on the hillside</td></tr>
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Although Kerr was an avid gardener, he hired the Olmsted Brothers of Massachusetts to design the garden and this is one of only two Olmsted gardens which are open to the public. The design incorporated small staircases up and down the steep hillside so that access to any portion of the hillside was easy and because of the benches here and there, you could sit and look at the river or at East Portland across the river (if the rain hadn't drenched the benches, of course). <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking across the Willamette River to East Portland</td></tr>
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The gardens are a combination of the plants Kerr collected on his world travels and one of the finest collections of Northwest native trees and plants. It is all combined in a cultivated English style garden which Kerr worked on for 60 years before passing away at the age of 95. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Viewing Kerr's home from the front lawn and garden.</td></tr>
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His daughters donated the house and gardens to the Episcopal Diocese of Portland with the stipulation that the gardens themselves be always open to the public. This was a favorite garden, of all we visited during this stay. Every little nook, bend, and flower bed was filled with delight. I am sure that in the sunshine, it would be even more stunning. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKEiBQzPrDWFDDB4EqmVtIPN6NiahWs-i2_f1RnPPhJZySRRPgzEXqRIPv4ZNze9c_BiTG5rCeaccluiCOQeBLS4TAO7CEOGf6kNspIi9mWbOBZ-1jd3sdmohGfRduetnm66ubcDc5I6s/s1600/20150603_131917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKEiBQzPrDWFDDB4EqmVtIPN6NiahWs-i2_f1RnPPhJZySRRPgzEXqRIPv4ZNze9c_BiTG5rCeaccluiCOQeBLS4TAO7CEOGf6kNspIi9mWbOBZ-1jd3sdmohGfRduetnm66ubcDc5I6s/s320/20150603_131917.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Carrot Cake Extraordinaire </td></tr>
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But after this excursion, we needed to have some lunch and get dry. And you can't eat lunch without having dessert, can you? A really decadent carrot cake with coconut and chocolate included was hard to split between us, especially when Allan took more than his share.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">On our last day in the area, we returned to two gardens which are on our list of favorites. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leach Botanical Garden</td></tr>
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The first is the Leach Botanical Garden which is a collection of plants by John and Lilla Leach who traveled all over the northwest collecting plants for their botanical garden. Lilla was a botanist and I have a soft spot in my heart for her as I was a botanist once myself and I know how difficult it can be traveling into backcountry to gather (or identify, in my case) specimens. Although I used an old dodge truck provided by the forest service, Lilla and John used mules. This is a small garden, placed above and below the home, which is along a creek. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crystal Springs Rhododendron Garden</td></tr>
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We were able to easily walk the paths within an hour, take lots of photos, and be on our way to the Crystal Springs Rhododendron Gardens across the street from Reed College. The really great thing about this garden is all the walking paths along the ponds which have many different kinds of ducks, geese, and other water birds. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wood Duck</td></tr>
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The water comes from a spring that produces 6000 gallons a minute and there are many water features including little waterfalls and creeks. This is the only garden we have visited on this trip where we had to pay admission, but for $4 each, it was well worth it. I got about 5000 steps on my fitbit walking this garden. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138884867677774709.post-87830979551535625172015-05-30T08:09:00.000-07:002015-05-30T08:09:04.984-07:00HEADING NORTH UP THE OREGON COAST<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">On our penultimate day in Brookings, we decided to drive south to Tolowa Dunes State Park which is just north of Crescent City. This is a beach that has areas of small pebbles with people laying flat on their stomachs scratching around in the stones for agates. It is the strangest sight, almost like a bunch of beached whales except they are gemstone hunters. We had hoped that we would get some sun for our beach day, but no such luck as you can see in the photo, I am layered up to protect myself from the biting cold wind and damp fog. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Wednesday was our day of travel. We drove up to Winchester Bay RV Park which is on a bay where oyster harvesting takes place. The park is beautiful and is owned by the Salmon Harbor Marina. Nice wide spaces with grass and trees, modern hookups, and views of either the inner harbor or the outer bay from every site. The down side is that the wind rushes up the bay almost 24/7 and the fog is pervasive although we did have about an hours worth of sun when we arrived. The first thing we did after getting settled was head over to the harbor for fish and chips. The restaurant is actually a floating barge and has some of the best halibut and chips ever. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> In the evening we took a drive around the end of the peninsula to see the dunes. This is ATV heaven, with trails running every which way over and around the sand dunes. They had their own campgrounds, thank goodness. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Winchester Bay is located about 5 miles south of Reedsport where we went the following day. We had breakfast at the Harbor Lights Cafe and then drove east about 5 miles to the Dean Creek Elk Reserve. Every time we are in this area, we drive to the reserve in hopes of seeing the elk, with no luck at all. But finally we saw some elk and they were everywhere. Plus they did not seem at all perturbed with all the people taking photos. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This reserve was created in the 1990's by the combined efforts of Duck's Unlimited, Fish and Game, and (I think) the Dept of Interior. In addition to the Roosevelt Elk, the reserve is for migrating birds to have a place to stop, eat, and rest on their flights north or south. There were four large ponds created and various kinds of bird sanctuary houses were built for the different kinds of birds. The reserve runs about 5 miles along the Umpqua River. It was a lucky day in more ways than one because in addition to seeing the elk, the sun also came out. </span>Art In The Sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15393927083537997198noreply@blogger.com0