Never eat anything bigger than your head mushroom

Mushrooms, Nature, Photography

 

This mushroom was at least 16″ tall. See how the shadow of the leaves fits on the cap? I wish we would’ve thought to put a human next to it when taking its picture. This was on the hiking trail at New London Tech Trails.

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I like the way the shadows of the leaves hit the top. It should give you an idea of how tall this was.

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This mushroom was at least 16″ tall. What a treat to see.

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Red Mushroom – 2018

Mushrooms, Nature, Photography

Isn’t this a handsome one? It’s so wonderful to walk through the woods and see these beauts peeking through the leaves. Once again our hike gave us a gift. New London Tech trails. Okay, because I do love to research, this is a Butyriboletus frostii

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Butyriboletus frostii or a red capped mushroom.

Orange Mushrooms

Mushrooms, Nature, Photography

More mushrooms from our hike on Bedford County’s New London Tech Trails. I thought about looking them up and naming them, but for now I just want to enjoy their color and beauty.

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I cropped this because the colors and texture are so beautiful

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Wider shot of this orange capped mushroom.

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Somebody took a bite.

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Hmmm. I wonder what this mushroom will be when it grows up.

Mushroom party – 2018

Mushrooms, Nature, Photography

We tried the newly opened New London Tech Trails in Bedford county. We walked the blue loop. It was 90 degrees and a bit schvitzy. What a great trail! It felt like we were on the Blue Ridge Parkway closer to home. There was a mushroom PARTY in those woods.

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Mushrooms along the trail at New London Tech Trails in Bedford County. 

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These are big mushrooms!!!

Colorful patterns at the market

Farmer's Market, Nature

It’s a bountiful time of year when the farmers bring their harvest to our community market and the farmer’s market in Forest. The fruits and vegetables are so beautifully arranged and always beg for a portrait. I love how they all line up for their close ups.

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Painting the Chapel

Art, En Plein Air, Pastel

We went to the Old City Cemetery early in the morning. I stayed under the trees while it was still a cool 73 degrees.

I feel like I made a breakthrough with those trees by being loose. I’m even happy with the Chapel itself. Loose. Loosen. Free. Freedom.

Nature just keeps being

Art, Pastel

We walked around the hidden pond on the Claytor Nature Study Center property  Tuesday. The trees didn’t think about anything but the breeze, the leaves abandoning their branch hosts, birds cackling and the colors!  Along the tight trail around the pond were these magical pine plants covering the ground (Southern Running Pine (Lycopodium digitatum) Evergreen) and sharp covered shells that stung when picked up. Edible Chestnuts!  Those skulls were a gift from the Center when somebody dropped off a box of SKULLS! Treasure indeed.

Nature just keeps being. It doesn’t care about us people and our activities. Trees in the Muir Woods are between 600 and 800 years old. America hadn’t even been discovered in recorded history yet.

I didn’t care about people activities while painting on Tuesday. The fall colors were great and I painted like a child coloring with crayons. With abandon. This is in pastel 9 x 12 on Pastelmat.

The lily pads won’t be ignored

Art, En Plein Air, Pastel

The reflection pond called. The light from the clouds bounced off of the pond and the trees were admiring themselves. The lily pads were at the end of their glory, yet they wanted to be the focus. Isn’t this the process of creating? The steps to honing skills. Bringing color, light, and nature onto the paper. We shall see as they evolve. Monet. Where are you?

New Mexico is a great big brown baked potato

Acrylics, Art, Encaustic Wax, Inspiration

This is a short story on how this painting got its’ name. It began in 1981. When photos were taken with film cameras.

While some people might think that New Mexico looks like a great big brown baked potato, I think otherwise. Colors in the rocks, the sunsets, and landscape. Magnificent.

The painting started out as “The Draw” based on Blackwater Draw in New Mexcio. It landed on the canvas in 2011 with a monochrome under painting of burnt umber. I started it upside down because the perspective was challenging me. This way my brain would only see shapes. Other colors were going to be added, but we moved. And moved again. I kind of liked it with the one color.

2015 – This painting wanted attention. Encaustic wax called to me. I brushed the wax over the top very lightly and only heated it enough to adhere the layers. The sand is silica from those little packets that come in pills. In writing on the very last layer is “New Mexico is a great big brown baked potato” in oil pastels. This piece flowed out of me and I enjoyed the process.

 

 

Painting outside for the first time

Art, En Plein Air, Inspiration, Pastel

Well. This wasn’t the first time I ever painted outside, but it might have well been since it had been 30 plus years since my college days. It was the most satisfying and wonderful experience. The birds sang all day. The sun was shining through the trees. I was connecting with this Chinese Maple tree and its’ surroundings.

An interesting side note:

It’s funny, when you are an artist people say whatever comes to their mind. It’s as if you belong to them. They have no filter because of that. It’s as if you’re pregnant and everyone wants to touch your belly.

When other artists saw this tree, they said things like “I had no idea you could paint like that.” I’m on a journey and exploring encaustics on cigar boxes and painting night scenes with pastel. This is a good reminder not to judge others by what you see.

I painted this tree during the Paint Out Lynchburg in the Old City Cemetery this past May. I’ve been hooked ever since.