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The drive between my parents’ house and my grandparents’ house is just a few miles and it does include the proverbial over the river and through the woods. About mid-way, on a road I always hope none but the locals use, the road leaves the farmers’ fields and descends the hills. A tiny farmlet is [...] The last class of the fall term was this week. I painted the wood pile and added a little to the fence line. I also ‘pushed’ the values on the barn a little – I made the shadows darker and the highlights lighter. Although I really liked the intense red glow of the barn the [...] I’ve just come home from guitar lesson with my usual blend of frustration and inspiration. Inspiration because guitar lessons are so much fun and make me want to spend hours with my instrument. Frustration because life is just not like that. To many evenings pass without my picking up my guitar while so many others [...] butter and honey shall he eat, that he may know to refuse the evil and choose the good — Isaiah 7:15 I don’t understand that phrase, but there is something so evocative about it. It echoes in my head every time I spread butter on bread. A friend at work, O, made me this loaf [...] A few pictures from a jaunt last weekend. The navy football game and a quick stroll through downtown.
[...] (Again I’m posting about painting class without a picture of my results. Just take my word for it – photographing an oil painting is a pain the neck. So either I work my way up to it or I do a slapdash job. This week I’m choosing the working my way up to it method.) [...] Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë There is no doubt that the books I grew up with left marks on who I am, in big and little ways. I don’t think I’m alone in this. Mark Twain taught me irony. A book of Sioux legends had me obsessed with being able to learn to move without [...] |
 
Becky's bookshelf: read
I was in a bookstore the other day hunting for something to read on writing when I got distracted by the books on reading. I picked this one up, knowing nothing about Nick Hornby beyond his connection to About a Boy. My impressions in no...
I grew up loving to read and hope to pass that on so every year I get books for my nieces and nephews for Christmas. There are twenty of them and as they're getting older I can no longer give only books I've read so each year there are o...
 
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