Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Day 70 - J is for Joy

Deep in my heart I long for your temple, and with all that I am I sing joyful songs to you.
Psalm 84:1-3

Day 69 - I is for Incredible

Incredibly difficult if you happen to have large feet, but child's play for tiny toes.

Day 68 - h is for House Top

This post reminds of a Christmas song:

Up On the Housetop

Up on the housetop, reindeer pause
Out jumps good ol' Santa Claus
Down through the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones, Christmas joys
Ho, Ho, Ho! Who wouldn't go?
Ho, Ho, Ho! Who wouldn't go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with good Saint Nick

First comes the stocking of little Nell
Oh, dear Santa, fill it well
Give her a dolly that laughs and cries
One that will open and shut her eyes
Ho, Ho, Ho! Who wouldn't go?
Ho, Ho, Ho! Who wouldn't go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with good Saint Nick

Next comes the stocking of little Will
Oh, just see what a glorious fill
Here is a hammer and lots of tacks
Also a ball and a whip that cracks
Ho, Ho, Ho! Who wouldn't go?
Ho, Ho, Ho! Who wouldn't go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with good Saint Nick

Day 67 - Window of Love

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.  
~Mother Teresa
Window of Love featuring the bride and groom picture in the "O" window frame (optional).
Couple's first names (last name optional).
Date of marriage.Lettering in red, black...

Elements of LOVE:
"L" decorative stone house top;
"O" wooden window of shop in downtown Cedarburg, WI,
"V" forget-me-not flowers,
"E" iron railing over bridge in Lake Park, Milwaukee.

Provide a picture of the lovely couple to be incorporated in the window of the letter "O". Color pics will be converted to black & white.

Order yours at www.Etsy.com/shop/NowISee.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Day 65 - F is for Favorite

This letter "F" is my favorite. I'm on the a mission to find more.

Day 65 - E is for Ebony

Black iron decorative fence at Milwaukee's Lake Park. The alphabet is everywhere!

Day 64 - D is for dangerous (but fun ;)

Maybe motorcycles are more dangerous than cars, but they sure are a lot of fun to be on. This nice and shiny bike is a Harley Davidson.

Day 63 - C is for Curly staircase

A very decorative staircase embellished with leaves forming the letter "C". This from St. Mary's Milwaukee's original hospital, now dubbed The Heritage Center. This place involves a lot of personal history being that I was not only born there, but also employed in this very building.

Thursday, May 05, 2011

Day 57-58 - I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud (digital art)

This was a 2-day project, mostly because "Gandalf The Silver" (a Dell laptop) has a slow processor.Other than that, this was a fun birthday project for my 23-year-old daughter, Brittani. Happy Birthday Britti! The daffodils were photographed in my garden, then taken into Photoshop and given a painty look. I added her favorite poem, I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud, painted up a canvas, mounted it and hung it in her room.

 

 

"I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD"

I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
          That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
          When all at once I saw a crowd,
          A host, of golden daffodils;
          Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
          Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

          Continuous as the stars that shine
          And twinkle on the milky way,
          They stretched in never-ending line
          Along the margin of a bay:                                  
          Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
          Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

          The waves beside them danced; but they
          Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
          A poet could not but be gay,
          In such a jocund company:
          I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
          What wealth the show to me had brought:

          For oft, when on my couch I lie
          In vacant or in pensive mood,                               
          They flash upon that inward eye
          Which is the bliss of solitude;
          And then my heart with pleasure fills,
          And dances with the daffodils.
                              William Wordsmith, 1804