The County Fair

I painted again.  A friend shared a photo of her kids at the county fair and asked her permission to paint it.  With her blessing, I gave it my best shot, and had a nice stroll down memory lane in the process.

I remember so many years going out to the fairgrounds with my friends, walking on the dusty paths and smelling all the amazing fair food.  I remember the noise of kids laughing and screaming, and the smells of the animals, too. Most of all I remember feeling daring and the excitement of trying something new, while simultaneously building up traditions. <3 

October

I've been painting again, and have many new things to share.  For now, here's one that I did as a quick study while gathered 'round the table with my my incredibly talented and artistic family, as they worked on their own creations.  

October, by Robert Frost

The green elm with the one great bough of gold 
Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by one, -- 
The short hill grass, the mushrooms small milk-white, 
Harebell and scabious and tormentil, 
That blackberry and gorse, in dew and sun, 
Bow down to; and the wind travels too light 
To shake the fallen birch leaves from the fern; 
The gossamers wander at their own will. 
At heavier steps than birds' the squirrels scold. 
The rich scene has grown fresh again and new 
As Spring and to the touch is not more cool 
Than it is warm to the gaze; and now I might 
As happy be as earth is beautiful, 
Were I some other or with earth could turn 
In alternation of violet and rose, 
Harebell and snowdrop, at their season due, 
And gorse that has no time not to be gay. 
But if this be not happiness, -- who knows? 
Some day I shall think this a happy day, 
And this mood by the name of melancholy 
Shall no more blackened and obscured be.