You probably thought I was finished with my Nicaragua posts when I ended my last one bidding "adios" from the steps of the hotel, but I saved these photos for a separate post, which really will be the last!On our final evening in Granada we took a little cruise before dinner, on Lake Nicaragua, to watch the sun s
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Oh my. I have neglected my blogging duties, sadly, with an unfinished travelogue, at that. Life happens. I have been busy and distracted, but no more excuses. This morning I am free to let my mind wander back to the last destination of our great Central American adventure—Granada. Founded in 1524, it is one of the old
Besides the wonderful El Convento Hotel, León had a great vibe—vibrant city with a rich past. The sights and sounds, the people, the beautiful weather made for a place that felt comfortable and inviting.
Yesterday was my 70th birthday. It seems so strange to actually be this old. Truly, my young friends, one does not feel, at 70, the way you always expected to feel at 70. Below is a post I wrote on my 67th birthday. It still holds true 3 years later, so it seemed like a good one to revisit........................
After our short stay in Managua, I wondered what the rest of Nicaragua would bring. Our next stop would be León, a very old Colonial city, but first a stop at the hot, dusty ruins of León Viejo, the even older city that came first. Founded in 1524, it was destroyed by earthquake in 1610 and moved to the current
At the end of our week in Costa Rica we flew the short distance to Managua, Nicaragua. We had signed on for piggybacked, second Road Scholar tour of Nicaragua and we met up, at the airport, with our friend, Muriel, who was meeting us for this leg of the journey. Our guide met us at the airport and took us to our hotel i
Costa Rica is like this huge, amazing garden, filled with flowers, and birds and butterflies. Just everywhere. And here are just a few of the flowers.
Ray and I usually travel on our own. We'd never gone on a "tour" with a group of strangers, and frankly, never thought we would. We heard from friends about good experiences with Road Scholar, a non-profit educational travel company and decided to check into it. We first planned to travel on the Road Scholar Nicaragua t
Well, my efforts to be able to blog from the road on our trip to Central America were a dismal failure! When I was able to post a couple times, it was quick and brief and when I got home I discovered that all the photos had dropped out, so I deleted those posts. So much for that experiment. Now that I'm home I plan to s
One of the things that winter does, for me, is to bring my focus in close. Being indoors makes me notice small things, details, fragments, little accidental vignettes. Big, vast landscapes are of another season.
I am in a place of finishing things and not ready to begin anything new, which is a rather nice place to be right now. I bound my finished Quito quilt, using the same purply plaid that I backed it with. That felt like a daring choice and I worried about it but now that it's done I love it. It reads solid from a distance, bu
After posting about the book I made with Diane's help, Joanne asked if I could make a tutorial. Well...........I am a rank amateur, making my second book—hardly qualified to present a very knowledgeable tutorial, but I decided I would photograph my process, problems and successes of my second effort. We are going to C
A week ago I was in Northern California with Diane and, of course, snapped a few photos. The first was taken from the plane window of downtown Portland and the Willamette River. I never see this view as we are usually heading East when we fly out
For the past few days I have been visiting my friend, Diane Perin Hock, in California. It has been a lovely break from the wet, dark Portland winter and we had a good time catching up on the past few years. Diane has been making wonderful, ingeniou
Another catch-up by way of a weeks worth of phone photos. January in Western Oregon —rain, rain, rain and the occasional sun break. The view from my kitchen window this morning:
The first week of a new year always feels a bit celebratory and filled with anticipation for me. "How is this new year going to be different," I ask myself. The weather seemed to be tuned into that and gave us some uncharacteristic cold weather in the form of snow and ice, which was fine with me. I had no place to go an
I had plans to get a lot done today—put away Christmas gifts, do some work in the studio, start the laundry that was overflowing the hamper—finish this year with a sense of accomplishment. Then the power went out. I suspect a tree fell into the lines up the hill. The wind is fierce today and there have been several
We had a wonderful Christmas, very much a family affair revolving around a very sweet and appreciative 8 year old and a crazy, hilarious 5 year old! Christmas is so much better with children. My gifts were thoughtful and perfect and our meals were festive and delicious. All that Christmas should be. I have a nasty cold
The only thing really new about this little sample is that I fused another fabric to my base fabric and then transferred another drawing on tracing paper on top.
After transferring printed images from magazines, using fusible web, I got to wondering if my own drawing, done with ink on paper would transfer as well, so I made a little drawing on tracing paper, using a permanent marker.
The last sample I made, you'll remember, was the little flower bouquet transfer I made using fusible web. I wondered how it would work to use a variety of magazine images to create a transfer collage. I laid out my collage on top of a silicon ironing sheet.
Before we went up to Seattle I did a couple extra experimental pieces so I could continue to post, but I forgot to post one of them! This is one where I painted a simple geometric design outline and then added watercolor in parts of the design.
OK, I'm officially done with playing around with the deColourent. Onward to other things. I'm not sure if I've seen this done before, or if I dreamed it, but I decided to try transferring a photo from a magazine page onto fabric using fusible web. First I found a little photo of a bouquet of flowers in a Sunset magazine
On one of our Algarve days we took a drive a bit inland to the small city of Silves. I had read that it was a pretty little town with an interesting Moorish Castle ruin, so we went to see what we could see. It is a very old city that has been inhabited by the Romans, the Visigoths, and the Moors before becoming part of
It is 4:30 in the morning. I have been awake since 3:30. My head hurts and I can't sleep. Jet lag. Over the past three weeks my brain and body somehow adjusted rather easily to a 9 hour time shift between Oregon and Spain. Now back, in Oregon, the shift back isn't going as smoothly. So, here I am, awake at this ungodly
This is a Potuguese chimney. I have many more photo so post, but I seem to be having a problem.
"Sevilla" = what in the English language we call Seville. It has always seemed odd to me that in English we change the names of some cities and countries and not others. If I ruled the world we would only use the place names that the people living there use, regardless of our own language. Say-VEE-ya Is such a much more
In Granada, this was the nighttime view from our window of the Alhambra, the ancient Islamic fortress just up the hill from us. I had ordered the tickets for our visit before we left home. There would be no chance we would miss seeing this.