The Cat Got Sick - Happy Halloween 🎃

THE CAT GOT SICK... TOO MANY TREATS

THE HALLOWEEN TREE

HAPPY 🎃 HALLOWEEN

HAPPY BIRTHDAY,M🧡🐾🐾🧡🎃

HAPPY BIRTHDAY , M! 

LOVE, MOM, DAD ,TY, MAGGIE AND BAT 🧡🧡🎃🧡🧡 🐾🐾🐾🐾

" DOES DOG URINE REALLY KILL TREES "

DOES DOG URINE REALLY KILL TREES

We love dogs, cats and trees.

We originally had a Chicago Hackberry Tree in our front yard when we moved to Equinelle, unfortunately the tree was compromised.

Repeated hits of dog urine peeled the bark off the tree and caused an open wound susceptible to disease. Then, a windstorm hit last year and the tree snapped in half. It was too weak and diseased to fight the wind and died.

A new tree recently was planted in place of the Chicago Hackberry, a Burrr Oak, but the problem remains. Dogs are already favouriting the tree. It will not be long before even the oak, known to live up to 150-250 years, can survive the burns caused by dog urine.

I would love this little tree to grow to old age. One way I can help it grow is to make dog owners aware of the potential harm of dog urine to trees.

Please, pet owners out there, take care when walking your pet.

Below is an excerpt from : MERRILL DOG PARK





"It’s easy to think, “a little pee from my dog can’t do harm to a huge tree.” Next time you go for a walk with your dog think about it. Your dog “marks” the tree, then another dog walks by smells your dog’s scent and hits it again, a few minutes later and another dog walks by, hits it again. This goes on multiple times a day 365 days a year. Some trees are hit more than others and the cycle begins. One dog’s scent ends up on a tree and other dogs just keep marking it, over and over until the tree is compromised."

Written by Christine MacLean



If interested in the article here is the link.



https://merrilldogpark.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/click-here-to-learn-more-about-why-dog-pee-is-harsh-on-trees.pdf

1949, sitting on the rooftop on an Autumn night 🎃 Oldies playing in anot...

HALLOWEEN AUTUMN AMBIANCE - NEMO'S DREAMSCAPES

Fall, Leaves, Fall
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night's decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

Analysis (ai): The poem "Fall, Leaves, Fall" by Emily Jane Bronte presents a distinct meditation on the changing seasons and the cyclical nature of life and death. The speaker accepts the passing of summer and the onset of autumn, finding solace in the beauty of the falling leaves and the promise of snow.

Compared to Bronte's other works, this poem is relatively concise and straightforward, lacking the complex symbolism and emotional intensity of her later poetry. Yet, it shares her themes of mortality, isolation, and the enduring power of nature, which would become central to her writing.

As a product of the Victorian era, the poem reflects the prevailing Romantic sensibility, which emphasized introspection, melancholy, and a fascination with the natural world. The speaker's acceptance of the changing seasons aligns with the Romantic belief in the inevitability of change and the beauty inherent in decay.

The poem's simple yet effective imagery creates a vivid picture of the transition from autumn to winter. The falling leaves and shortening day evoke a sense of loss and inevitability, while the promise of snow and the "drearier day" suggest both the passage of time and the potential for renewal.

Maggie, look at the Moon, Isn't she beautiful?

"I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, 

but delicious in the years of maturity." _ Albert Einstein 

Alone, in a room, painting, writing, creating. A quiet place where there is nothing there to interrupt your thoughts. I get up early most days while everyone else in the house is sound asleep. Usually, around the hours of 2 - 4 a.m. A lambent spotlight shines on the painting I work on, a perfect light for creating a spooky mood. The slightest sounds I make summon Bat and Maggie downstairs to watch me paint. In the solitude of an early morning, just me with my cats, my painting and a cup of coffee is wonderful.


LATEST WORK

Maggie, look at the Moon, Isn't she beautiful?

Acrylic painting on wood board 2024 - Anna

Bewitching Moon


Over the top of the mountains the moon
Rose unexpectedly
In the sky it drifted,
A bird, a fairy!
Blown out, round and sweet
Melon-like!
It danced in the sky
Impassioned
In the fragrant night,
Lighting every road,
Making my head swim,
My senses dazed.
Did I dream?
Did I really see you?
You fell into the well
Like the declining sun.
Moon, wink at me
Bright Moon, magic moon
The mirror of the loving girl,
Peep out at the balcony!

Patrizia Gattaceca

BLUE MOON - THE MARCELS

BLUE VELVET

Do you ever feel the urgency to rush to the local thrift store with thoughts a treasure is waiting, for you inside? Well, last Saturday, I got the feeling. When I arrived in the parking lot and parked the car, I couldn't get out of the car fast enough and quickly realized that moment I was being silly with my thoughts. I was wrong! I did find a treasure and the black velvet maxi opera coat someone else was trying on, just like the one I owned in the early eighties, I missed by mere moments. 

So I drove home with my treasure, a blue Victorian cup and saucer and resumed painting my landscape. 

I was dreaming in blue today. Blue velvet and Black velvet, and so, my colours of the landscape, and suddenly, this song popped inside my head: Bluer than velvet was the night. Wow, It's been a long time since I heard this oldie. This song takes me back to the early sixties when I was a little girl. Music brings back memories. Some music lingers in our heads forever, timeless, waiting for something to bring it back to life. My painting did that to me. WIP

Blue Velvet

She wore blue velvet 

Bluer than velvet was the night 
Softer than satin was the light 
From the stars 
She wore blue velvet 
Bluer than velvet were her eyes 
Warmer than May, her tender sigh
Love was ours 
Ours, a love I held tightly 
Feeling the rapture grow
Like a flame burning brightly 
But when she left gone was the glow of Blue velvet But in my heart there'll always be
Precious and warm a memory through the years 
And I still can see blue velvet through my tears

Blue Velvet -Bobby Vinton   

Blue Velvet - Lana Del Rey

HAUNTED WALK

HAUNTED WALK - WIP

Dark and moody. A love for vintage, a passion for old, old anything, old houses, old graveyards, old clothes, old velvet and old lace. A nostalgic yearning for souvenirs from the past. To be surrounded by the antiquity of yesterday, now gone and long. Secret gardens that never sleep, filled with purple, blue, white, and silver under a white moon, intoxicated by
their fragrance drifting on the night air. Deep, dark forests hidden away from the world, enchantingly haunted. I dream of escaping the world, finding my gothic fairytale cottage before I die and eventually passing it on to my kids. Meanwhile, I paint my dreams. I just watched Steffi/Moda Misfit on YouTube and watched two of her videos. Whimsigoth Decor and Dark Cottagecore Decor, I adore both of these styles.
I love painting on old wood, incorporating my artwork in old vintage frames and bringing the past into the present. I believe my art follows these vibes.

OLD LOVE - Some Oldies I did

SOLD

A Selkie Tale

Above the sea hang beautiful glittering stars, a moon thinly veiled in mist. The sea's haunting melancholy beauty invited Blue to shore. She longed to see him again. It was last autumn they met. It seemed like a lifetime to Blue. Maybe this Halloween night, they would meet again.

An original acrylic painting on stretched canvas 

 20" x 14" Folk art/naive  

Original will be available on Etsy

Midnight, the Stars and You- A Selkie Tale

 

Midnight, The Stars and You- A Selkie Tale

Blue looked to shore, longing to see her love, her secret.

It's Halloween night, midnight when magic appears.

She disrobes and walks upon the beach and makes her rendezvous.

Acrylic painting on stretched canvas WIP

Midnight, the Stars and You -AL BOWLLY

Midnight and a rendezvous
Your eyes held a message tender
Saying: I surrender all my love to you

Midnight brought us sweet romance
I know all my whole life through
I'll be remembering you
Whatever else I do

Midnight with the stars and you

Midnight brought us sweet romance
I know all my whole life through
I'll be remembering you
Whatever else I do

Midnight with the stars and you

BEWITCHED by Cloud 9

Painting requires patience to create a beautiful landscape, much like a well-told story becomes immortal. To conceive the magic in a landscape, I must remember to be patient, take time, not rush and remember to add the details. And then, it becomes bewitched. 

Large seascape original acrylic painting on canvas 20x14 inches. Seaside landscape painting. Original Painting

CLOUD 9

CLOUD 9 -WIP

Pudding Cake Cove: a place of my dreams. 
When I paint, I most often find myself on cloud 9. Usually, while my husband cooks, I paint."Where's your mind, Anna"? When he continues talking, I often reply with the phrase, "I'm on cloud 9", having no clue what he said following his inquiry. 
Painting allows me to create the places I dream of. The sea is one place I love and love to paint. I suppose it is because I was born by the sea. One can never forget their first home.
I'm not sure what to call my art style. I guess it is naive, along with the style of Maud Lewis. 


So, here is my current happy place. 

- "Cloud 9" 2024 WIP acrylic on oval canvas 20 x 14

Maybe add a Seastar on the beach and lighten the sea cave entrance.

Oh, of course listening to CLOUD 9 BY GEORGE HARRISON 

CATCH ME IF YOU CAN

When one lives with cats, there is never a dull moment; cats love to tell us stories, mostly funny ones.

I asked Bat, "Remember last Christmas, what happened to Tom "? "I remember. Just when he reached the top of the tree, the branch snapped under him, and he fell".

Not exactly, I said. Tom shouted to the ghost: " Oh no, catch me if you can." Lucky for him, the ghost caught him.

The Window in The Attic - Art and A Little Ghost Story

I found a place to hide from the world — a room with a view of the golf course in front of my home. I pretend we don't live in a sleepy community but in the countryside, alone with nature.
The rain had woken me from a dreamless sleep; the cool air in the room that had come in from outside suggested autumn soon would come. The old lace curtains fluttered and lifted gently in the breeze, casting strange shadows on the wall. Alone- inside the attic room, I watched the rain pitter-patter on the window panes. The door creaked open, Bat; my black cat peaked around, jumped up to the window sill and calmly sat. He looked at the green landscape but was fascinated by a white light that danced in front. The room was quiet, save for the soft rustling of the curtains and the distant chirping of birds carrying on the wind. The rain had stopped. All was calm and then.
I thought I might have seen a lace-wearing candlelit cat spook.
The candle's flame flickered wildly and then, with a soft puff, went out.