Amish Girl In The Garden, A Pastel In The Works

Hello everyone.  The weather here is yucky and so I am blogging and then going upstairs and painting with my pastels!  Because it makes me happy!  Here is a picture in the works right now.  This started to be an angel, but decided to try an amish girl instead.  I love the amish culture and the peacefulness and quiet of the country there.  The amish girls in their colorful dresses just add to the beautiful landscape.

I can’t wait to see how this looks finished.  She will be framed in flowers as if she is in a garden, and a butterfly will be flying toward her.  I will update with the finished picture!  Hope it is a great pic!  We’ll see!

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Pastel Picture of Angel With Baby Deer

Just completed this pastel picture.  I was ready to throw this one away several times!  I tried this one on the smooth side of Canson pastel paper, instead of the textured side, thinking it would be smoother. It is, but I did not like the way the pastel blended on this side.  It was like drawing chalk on a blackboard, and I get chills just mentioning that!  I erased the hair several times and the dress on the angel wasn’t what I expected as well   All in all, when I finished , I was not really happy, until I showed my kids…who LOVED it.  I guess it was that I knew all the problems I had with it that didn’t make me happy.

But I guess I am happy with it now.

Here she is…Angel With Baby Deer.

Angel With Baby Deer

New Pastel Picture “Angel With Lamb”

I’m sorry, I know I should be writing more, and I will, but for now, I am trying my pastels out with a fury!  I just finished this one and I am so happy with it.  I love the way the lamb turned out, better than I ever expected.  I have been going on “you tube” for looking up tutorials on how to work with pastels, and have been finding many good ones out there.  The one I like the most is “Colin Bradley”.  He is the one that I followed on doing my lamb. Hope you like it.  I just can’t stop! 🙂

 

Angel With Lamb

The Forgotten Ones (Another Reblog)

Here is another popular reblog.  I feel it is appropriate right now because of Halloween approaching and the whole cemetery thing.  I hope you enjoy this.  It really makes you think.

The Forgotten Ones In Autumn

The Forgotten Ones

The view from my second – story  bedroom window is a humbling one.  It reminds me how precious life is everyday.  The view is of a simple cemetery, not quite historical, but dated, none-the-less.

I don’t mind the cemetery at all.  Our house is separated from the cemetery by a stockade fence, a steep slope and railroad tracks that sit down below. These tracks are not for an Amtrak, but for an occasional slow-moving train transferring goods.  I  take comfort in the fact that know no one will ever build over there, and as neighbors to us,  they never make a fuss.  The geese fly low overhead and it is very peaceful.

The  view to me is comforting, almost like an old friend, now.  The same stones greet me every morning when I open up my blinds.  Sometimes the view can look rather eerie when there is a low fog rolling in, and then sometimes, it can look overwhelmingly beautiful, like just after a snowstorm.

There are times I have been depressed and sat on my bed feeling hopeless about a situation, and then through teary eyes, I’ll glance over at the solemn view,  and my mind starts reeling.  Someday that will be me, nothing more than a name on a stone.  Who will remember me?  The things I liked, the friends I knew. The things I’ve done?  Will it all have mattered?  Did I make a difference?  An impression?  Then suddenly,  my current problem doesn’t seem so important after all.  That could be me over there.

Those stones sit there everyday and I see no one.  Not one visitor.  Maybe on a very, rare occasion, I’ll see a lone person sitting on a stone having lunch like they are sitting with an old friend, or a car will sit there and someone may get out and wander.  I mostly see joggers and walkers, and the occasional person walking their dog, only to have it relieve itself on a stone.  Now. that’s a memory I wish not to have when I am gone.

The church in the distance rings out the time at 9:00, 12:00 and 6:00, and I think to myself,  how odd that is , especially for those in the cemetery who don’t care about the time anymore. And the stones sit there day after day, alone in the rain…in the snow…surrounded in leaves…and then sometimes, the miniature flags come out, like for Memorial Day. It looks slightly alive for awhile.

I wonder when the cemetery was first new, how many family members must have come to visit here.  Year after year, with flowers and small gifts.  I can picture groups of families, probably crying and hanging on to each other. Ill bet it was very busy for a long time… and then it just slowly got forgotten. People got older and passed on, moved away or something.  The visiting stops and the stones just sit there and look like they are waiting. Waiting for someone to  just remember them. The people there.  They were here once, talking and laughing.  They had families and memories and pasts.  How sad.  I don’t want this to be me someday, but I guess it will be inevitable.

So, one day, I’ve promised to buy a rose or two.  I’ll walk through the plots and read the names and imagine the lives of the ones that lie there. I’ll place  a rose on top of a stone, stand back and smile… and maybe, I will even say a prayer.

Then, I will say

to myself, “No, you are not forgotten…not today”.

The Forgotten Ones In Winter

Keeping Watch

There is a cemetery down the road from my house.  It’s not like the one that sits across the railroad tracks behind my house that I can see.  This one has more statues of angels that you can see from the road as you pass by.  It  always bothered me that I could never really stop long enough to study the faces or the poses of the stone angels keeping watch.  I kept telling myself I was going to go there one day and just take pictures of the solemn statues, that even though are haunting, look somewhat beautiful and even peaceful.  And so one cloudy day, I did just that.  My daughter came with me and drove me around that cemetery and stopped when I needed her to, to take just the right photo.  Here are those photos. See if you don’t get the same feeling, that they are beautiful, but haunting as well.

In Deep Thought

 

I'll Watch Over You

For The Babies

 

Grieving

 

Mother and Child

 

Beautiful Angel 1

 

Beautiful Angel 2

 

I am so glad I decided to finally take these photos.  Just beautiful.