My favorite colors

I really like the glass beads and buttons I used to make this bracelet - suits the African theme colors

Africa was where my daughter was, now she's in Austrialia - those pictures will be next

I still really miss him

I can't believe the first year Anniversary (April 01,) of losing my best friend is almost here. I seem to be missing him more than ever right now, but I suppose that is normal. I could have sworn I heard him barking (maybe I'm barking MAD) the other day and I could not stop the hot tears from spilling onto my night shirt. I still have a very difficult time thinking about him.

Grieving for Bailey

I lost my best friend on April Ist, 2007 and am afraid I am not coping very well with the void that he has left. My friend weighed appoximately 30 pounds, was the scruffiest crony a person would ever call friend but I did. I loved him very much. There are times when I'm just on the brink of sleep and I find myself groaning audibly over the loss of my most trusted companion so I think I will try and speed the healing process by relating some of my most precious memories.
I was on my way to the Okanagan to pick up my children, it was a dreary, wet west coast day but my spirits were buoyed by the anticipation of seeing my children again after a very long separation. Deciding to take the less travelled route I found myself coasting along that glorious region between Kelowna and Vernon. I had been on the road for several hours so I decided to take a short break at one of the rest stops. By this time the rain was falling steadily, my legs were cramping up and a breath of fresh air, a cup of coffee from my thermos (Cuban roast with a hint of cinnamon) and I would be refreshed and ready to continue on my journey. Sitting at one of the picnic benches under a canopy of pine trees I thought I heard something, very faint, coming from the direction of the lavatories. Listening intently, trying to separate this particular sound from the cacophony of birds, rain and water I heard it again. Peering through the latticework of lacey green undergrowth I was able to make out two little dark brown eyes peering back at me. And then, the sound again. A mewling, whining little cry such as would not necessarily be heard if not were it meant to be. To be continued...

More Valentine Roses

More Valentine Roses
Originally uploaded by patty_bca.

I am experimenting with this, so bear with me

Lady in the field

Heres one of my pictures.

I've been gone so long

I have been gone so long. I don't really know why, other than to say that facets of my life have the power to overrule. And by that I mean, my son, my need to find employment, Christmas obligations, my other son starting his first semester of college. Well, you understand. I have been painting, a little here and there. So, I will post it here.

No, I took this picture of a bouquet of roses given to me for my birthday. A reference photo I hope.

A Scary Picture?

Halloween Nights are Upon Us
(do you like my repetitive tribute to Halloween?) I painted this today, trying to recreate a scary scene, dark, night but I don't think I captured the essence.

Halloween Nights are Upon Us

Bob Marley is one of my favourite artists. I also like to draw.

Halloween

Halloween Nights are Upon Us
I am excited about Halloween because I don't have to be responsible for five children being disappointed by what they do or don't have at Christmas time. Makes total sense to me.

To reminisce is Divine

You may be wondering why I believe that to reminisce is divine and you would be right to question this belief. Ordinarily I believe that reminiscing equals melancholy but at this moment I must tell you that I am calling on my perogative as a woman to change my mind. I was standing, thinking, and absent mindedly watching a cheesy movie on the television. Well, I can honestly say, I found myself tearing up over a very predictable plot line. Obscure yet very normal, I was transported back to a time, as a child, when my sister very lovingly took my hand and held it. Held it as I was consumed with an albeit childish response to some perceived injustice but held it she did. You know what? I just made that up but believe me I wish it was a real memory and I think that is why I initially felt that to reminisce equals melancholy and why I changed my mind to reinterpret reminiscing to equal something close to divinity. I just had an epiphany. I really miss, no, I really missed out on having that kind of bond, closeness with my syblings. Even though I had three sisters, I never knew that kind of intimacy.

Where I live when I'm dreaming

I painted this picture, my attempt at recreating a scene in my dreams.

Well, hello, everyone, I'm back. And just in time for Hallo'ween, my favourite holiday. This is going to be fun, I took this picture with my son's digital camera, I uploaded (downloaded?) it to my pictures and then I was able to post it here. Cool.