Sunset Boulevard
I painted on a piece of fabric, and ended up using all my colors. In July I visited New York with my granddaughter, and we had a fabulous view at night from the roof of the house we were staying. Overlooking Manhattan. Manhattan seen from our roof in
Familiar Territory
“Road” evokes many thoughts, memories, connotations. I knew I wanted to take it very literally, so I googled all the streets I ever lived on in my life. I made a list of all the places where I lived and counted 13 different addresses. Some were in small towns,
The Land and the Roads
My great grandfather moved from the family farm in hilly, rocky Franklin County Pennsylvania to the rich, flat soil of Northeast Ohio. It was a smart move for a farmer, but as his descendant, I felt that Ohio was boring. I longed to live someplace hilly and interesting, like
LONELY AVENUE
Now my room has got two windows But the sunshine never comes through You know it’s always dark and dreary Since I broke off,baby with you I live on a lonely avenue My little girl wouldn’t say I do Well, I feel so sad and blue And
Down the Road
Whenever you look down a road it always looks the same. Perspective creates a triangle in varying dimensions or angles but a triangle. Usually with a horizon as well. I liked this design so wanted to keep this quilt simple due to the fact that I
Walking the road
It has been written so much about all kinds of roads now, so I will concentrate on my road in Western Norway where I was born. Here I walk every summer and at Easter time on snow. Until you walk the path, you don’t know where it goes, is
The back roads
Road. That’s the theme this round, and this was the first thing that I thought of when I read the prompt: This is a painting I just love– “Garroby Hill” by David Hockney–and I will confess that the piece I am working on for the challenge owes more than
McCarthy Road
This essay was written the day after I drove the McCarthy Road for the first time. The images are from an assortment of trips on that road including the drive yesterday. I start out going ten miles an hour down this dirt road that will lead me to
Mapping out roads
When I read the new prompt I knew right away that I would interpret it very literally. There are a lot of metaphorical uses of “road”, as in “take the high road”, “the road to success” etc. but I did not have any good ideas how to
The Winding Road to a Quilt
I grew up in Northeast Ohio. The roads went north and south, and east and west. Additionally, Lake Erie was always in my view. And Lake Erie equaled north. To my right was East, to my left was West, and behind me was South. Instead of appreciating this simplicity,
Down Memory Lane
Thank you, Eunhee, for this unusual prompt. It inspired me to review my memory of various roads I have seen and travelled. My first thought was of neighborhood kickball games played in the road of a T intersection near my childhood home. I remembered many trips riding in
ROAD TO WHERE?
I live in Australia where the distances are vast. I have recently returned from Darwin and flying from Sydney to Darwin takes over 4 hours and most of the trip is over desert. However there are roads still to be seen. I love to take pictures from plane windows so