I worked on learning the alphabet today. My little calligraphy station:
This was the result of watching the first of four calligraphy classes by Maybelle Imasa-Stukuls:
My hands are so shaky that I don’t think I’ll be helping any friends with their wedding invitations anytime soon, but I do love being able to create some beautiful lettering:
Disclaimer that the law requires me to add: I am an affiliate of Creativebug, but all opinions, suggestions, lack of skill and results are my own.
If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.
-Eleonora Duse
We drive along side and over the Tuckasegee River multiple times a day. We spend a lot of time at nearby Deep Creek:
What I love about water: it always follows its own course, twisting and turning and carving out its own way. Follow a stream to the end and you see that it continues to find the lowest point, the most humble path. It doesn’t see obstacles, or at least it doesn’t make a big deal out of them. A river or stream will just reroute itself, seemingly with little effort, cutting a new path. River beds move all the time, over the years they carve out new paths. Drop a rock into a lake or river and you can see the endless ripples of one single act. A river, a stream, I think, are a great teachers. Nature is a very good teacher.
No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.
-Heraclitus
Sometimes I just get the painting bug. It comes in waves. A few I’ve just started on:
A few I’ve completed:
The Smokies (available here)
Sunset on the Tuck (available here)
And then there’s Boo who has really taken to watching Yao Cheng’s watercolor classes online. She gets really serious:
What are you working on?