Archive | February 2017

Fourth February Blog

Fourth February Blog.

Seasons Turn.

Catkins budding, sticky,
Awaiting the sun’s return.
She is low on the horizon,
Gradually rising
Higher each day.
First tiny leaf buds
Threaten to appear
Whilst you were
Not looking.
Early chirping
Denotes spring eclipse.
They seek a mate,
The old story,
Played out every spring.
New life, fresh dreams,
A wobble in Earth’s eratic pulse.
The Northern Hemisphere
Seeks the light,
Awaits the suns arising
From its southerly sojourn.
Such is the way,
Back and forth,
Like a pendulum,
Swinging.

– [ ] Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. February, 2017.
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Another murky day. A Saturday. Woke with the alarm, intending to pop out with daughter to get a couple of bits and pieces. Put glasses on, held my phone and feeling a tad chill, promptly fell back asleep for about half an hour, knowing that daughter was ‘in the arms of Morpheus’ still. So, after half an hour, she wakes. Our planned trip, now a mere memory.

So, strange things happen! Something occurred on my Notepad. How! I have no idea! But I got an almost blank page except that, at the lower part of the page were some coloured dots, i touched the page with my finger, trying to decide how to get back to my normal Notepad page, and I was DRAWING.
Here is the result:-

This is what I came up with……..
So, no great work of art, but strange!  Ps.  It may nit cone through.  Tch! Tch!

Also my keyboard freezes, then unfreezes! To get numbers, question marks etc., I have to press a certain key, sometimes now, this does not work. So what gets typed can be totally different to what I intended. Very frustrating!
Technology and my brain quite often do not meet at the same ‘cafe’! We lurch past each other like drunken persons, our fingers barely touching, seeking that connection, that spark of lightning thst almost never happens. I have obviously, at some point recently, touched some key unawares, that had changed things. But which key? How do I get back to what I call my normal keyboard, easily?

Oh, the quality of youth, the speed of the young brain. I had it once, long before the electrical impulses of the Internet soared over the horizon.

It is now Monday and the weather is darker, yet again. Where us thus soring sunshine we all long for in my neck of the woods? I have just been informed that it is raining! Poo!

Be safe out there, dear people. It is a hard old world, and getting harder each day.

Evelyn

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This entry was posted on February 27, 2017. 4 Comments

Third February Blog

Third February Blog.

Waiting.

Light flakes of snow
Whispering down,
Landing on eyelids,
Whiskers of hair
That peek out
From the scarf,
Covering her head,
A light breeze
Moving the strands,
Making them flutter,
All covered in white.
Soft as down,
Fine crystals from above.
She feels the chill,
It creeps down her spine,
Settling somewhere
‘Neath the ends
Of blowing hair.
A wind whips it
To and fro,
Like an angry cat’s tail.
Mittens warm her fingertips.
Boots crush the snow
That lands on dirty paths.
Pushing the gate, she
Treads to the door.
Fumbles for her keys,
She is home at last.

Copyright. Evelyn J. Steward. February, 2017.

No. It is not snowing. Just a poem, when little else came to mind. I sincerely hope the winter is passing. Perhaps with a whisper.

I think we are all becoming fed up with the cold of this season. It is p.m. And a wan sun lights up the back garden. It needs to be a touch warmer for the plants to realise that the cold weather is on its way out.

Tempers are frayed. Sickness brings down the eveness that was there before, or perhaps not? When both are sick with viral infections that no one gives a hoot about, on top of normal hurts, then even-temperedness can go out of the window. Rows ensue! Then, the quiet that follows is oregnant with rants still to be aired.

Oh, things will blow over, eventually. They have to if living harmony has to return. But until then, it is like a death that nobody wants to talk about. The air will not clear fast, of that there is certanty.

I am sick, sick and tired too. I want to be well but old age has a habit of throwing all it can your way, saying ‘go on, get out of that, if you can’!

You never think, at young or even middle age, that these times will come. My friends, they will. Oh, in different ways.

Some of you will be lucky with your health and you may sail through with little wrong. Pardon my pessimism, but most of you will have one or two ailments ongoing. Added to those, there will be lots of minor things to cope with. Be warned.

Sorry to be pessimistic. That is the way I am feeling.

Be safe.

Evelyn

This entry was posted on February 20, 2017. 5 Comments

Second February Blog

Second February Blog.

Gloomy Fridays.

Gloomy Fridays.
Just like a song,
Gloomy Fridays,
Keep coming along.
I don’t think i’ve seen
The sun all week,
Rain and misty days
Make it damp and bleak.
Gloomy Friday.
It’s one of those days,
A day to forget.
It’s damp, but no haze.
February can be sunny,
Can be cold but not drear.
But looking through the window,
It isn’t this year.
Gloomy Friday,
Slow to pass by,
Hoping in March sunshine
And scudding clouds in the sky.

Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. February, 2017.

So, with the rain and lowering clouds all day long, and in the UK, our days are quite short still, ( though they are getting a tad longer with the passing of each day.)
Too cold and too wet to check on the plants in the tubs. I just have to hope that, as most of them were bare-rooted and in their dormant season, that the amount of rain we have been getting, is enough to keep the tubs moist. I do not want to go outside until the temperatures have risen and the sun is warm on my back.

So, what does one do? If all the menial tasks or work have been completed and the dinner prepared, and you find you have a bit of time on your hands, then a hobby comes to mind. To relax you, to give a bit of esoteric purpose.

For me it is both writing and art. More art right now. The light is too poor to do any pastel paintings, and since I have reacquainted myself recently with my coloured pencils, I have found there are others on the Internet who are like-minded.

There are people of varying abilities, from beginners to teachers and everyone is willing to give advice if you have a problem.

Since the 1990s when I was doing some CP work, I had other things on my mind and lost track of the genre. Now I find the CP has changed out of all proportion. Not to mention newer products, better pencils, blending, (who knew you could blend pencils? – I didn’t back then) and again, not to mention all the different types of paper, film, etc. that they can be used on! A real learning curve. But I repeat, everyone is very helpful. Even beginners can help, when they ask a question, that perhaps the answer you would also like to know.

So, my blogging has slowed a tad. My apologues but, I hate winter and I hate rainy, murky, miserable even more. So, I am completing a small picture fir the February Challenge in my Beginners site. Underwater -is the theme. Cannot post it yet as the day is much too dark.

That is it for now. Be happy but be safe. Traffic can be a bind in the darker times.

Evelyn

No News Is Good News . . .Isn’t It?

Another, slightly less raucous, blinder. Too few of late, but such is life!
Evelyn

jennie orbell

When I first started blogging, back in the dark ages, I seemed to have a lot to say and managed to say it on a pretty regular basis. This, does not appear to be the case these days, hence a spasmodic blogging pattern has formed – here one day, gone for a week – or more.

I think if this was a blog dealing with the subjects of writing, publishing, self-promotion etc. I’d be banging out my opinions 3 or 4 times a week – but it isn’t. Yes, I’m a writer. Yes, I’m a published author. And yes, I’ve done (or attempted to do) my own bit of self-publication. I say ‘attempted’ because I am utter crap at it. Some people could sell coal in a heat wave. Not me. I’m useless. So, this is not one of those blogs.

This blog is grounded on nothing more than life…

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Tutorial – Blending Colored Pencils with a Heat Gun

Good advice here. Must try this, though I do not have Prismas.
Evelyn

Chrysalis Goddess

This is a tutorial I wrote using a different approach to blending colored pencils. Hope you all like it 🙂

For this demo, I used Stonehenge Paper with Prismacolor and Verithin Colored Pencils (I only used one Verithin color – Indigo Blue to draw the apple but if you don’t have it, the regular Prismacolor Indigo Blue will do, just have the point really sharp. You’ll also need a Prismacolor Colorless Blender and of course the Embossing Heat Tool. You can find it at craft and art stores, usually in the rubber stamps and embossing powders aisle. I got mine from Michaels and I paid $20.00. Here’s a pic of what the heat gun looks like:


Step 1:

I started by drawing the apple with an Indigo Blue Verithin Pencil. Next I started to shade with a very sharp Indigo Blue pencil with very light pressure and using shape following…

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Five minutes of film

Great blog here Sue. Wish more would take on board what you say.
Evelyn

The Silent Eye

He wasn’t feeling too good so I carried his breakfast through into the lounge where he was watching TV and sat down with him on the sofa for five minutes. He was watching a wildlife programme and, as the small polar bear weakened and failed through starvation, I watched through a veil of tears. My own son beside me, it was easy to recognise the encouragement in the way the ursine mother tried to raise her cub to his feet. That was bad enough. Realising the little one could no longer stand she and his twin snuggled up with the dying cub, sharing warmth and comfort; nuzzling him gently and curled around the little body. Just waiting until the end. I can’t even write it without tears.

There was the debate about how the camera crew could simply stand by and watch, filming the tragedy, but the general…

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This entry was posted on February 5, 2017. 1 Comment