Back to the coast today for inventory. This is the mill I went to. We are all done and headed home.
It’s a long drive and the girls are exhausted.
Back To The Coast
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Tag Archives: Blitz
Popping By The Pole Yard
We never know who might just pop by the Pole Yard. While driving through the yard the other day this rooster pheasant was strutting down the road. Unconcerned, he took his sweet time. I stopped, not wanting to run over His Excellency, and took some pictures to record this auspicious occasion. He finally moved out of the road, but seemed somewhat perturbed by the inconvenience.
His Excellency on parade.
He finally allows us to pass.
Even I have to admit, he is a handsome fellow.
Teka and Blitz were busy plotting against His Excellency!
Reporting Live From The East Woods
This just in. The sun is shining, the trees are green and the snow is fine.
Blitz signing off .
Whoop…..Whoop!
Girls Day In The Woods
After a break from going for a ride along to the woods, the girls got to go yesterday. Up in the mountains of Western Shasta County, Blitz and Teka were in dog heaven.
Blitz would prefer to ride up front.
Western Shasta area.
Blitz loves the snow.
Blitz enjoys a fine piece of wood.
Blitz
Teka Playing in the snow
Blitz and Teka having a romp in the snow.
It’s a race.
The girls are loaded up and ready to roll.
View to the West of the Trinity Alps.
The perfect end to a perfect day. A fiery Shasta sunset.
A Gift Of Art
I’m reblogging a post today from our blogger friend Divya. Her blog is http://divyaadusumilli.wordpress.com and I encourage you to go visit. It is a wonderful blog. Last week she contacted me and my wife, Mary, http://thebackdoorartist.com/ about drawing a picture from a photo I took of two of our golden retrievers. This is her post of our dogs. Thank you Divya, we love the picture. What a beautiful gift you have given us. Blaze and Hunter were the dogs that appeared in the original post, https://theforesterartist.com/2012/08/25/blaze/.
Drawing Surface: The Boutique AT Paper Mill Shop, Luxury Artist Pad a4 (Made in the English Lake District)
Some of you might recognize these innocent faces in a photo taken by The Forester Artist. This is an attempt to replicate in my drawing book the pets of the Livingstons, The Forester Artist and The Backdoor Artist, who have kindly given me the permission to sketch and post publicly. I am very inspired by how real life images are the subject matter of Tim and Mary‘s illustrations, and you can find some in FireStorm in the Forest by Red Tail Publishing. They are very helpful and I am greatly delighted to have them as blogger friends (and the first ones on WordPress).
As I gathered, on the left is Blaze and on the right is Hunter…and caught in a wonderful moment by Tim. The sketch will do half…
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The Canine Color Palette
A pen and ink drawing of a Labrador Retriever isn’t a typical post for someone who lives with a bunch of Golden Retrievers. I did this picture as part of a fundraiser for our local retriever club. A raffle prize of a pen and ink of the winner’s dog.
It seems appropriate to post the picture of the lab in honor of our guests. We are taking care of three rowdy Labrador retrievers for the next two weeks. They came in black, yellow and chocolate. We mixed them with gold for a multi-color canine color palette.
Mixing the colors.
I have noticed that these colors blend well together. However, they do run a lot, and drool too. I think I’ll call this color palette “Retrievers.”
The race is on!
The golden streak!
I took these pictures in the low, early morning light. They aren’t very sharp, but I think the action makes up for it.
The Arrowhead
Water Break
During my travels today, I stopped at a spring, so Blitz and Nellie could get a drink and cool off. They were busy running around, swimming, drinking, and eating some grass. Then, I spotted a small shiny black object in the dirt. Upon closer inspection, I saw that it was an obsidian arrowhead. I have no idea how long it had been there, maybe hundreds or thousands of years. The tip was chipped. It had probably struck a rock or bone when it had been shot at it’s prey many years ago. I imagine that once it was chipped the hunter removed it from its shaft to replace it with a new point. It was probably dropped, lost and forgotten, until now. As I looked at the features and the delicate workmanship of this point I can see that the maker took great pride in his work. It was shaped with precise care. The joy in the workmanship of this little obsidian projectile point was evident. It was a utilitarian object, but also a piece of art. I took a picture of the arrowhead so that I could share it on this blog. It is little piece of art in the forest, and history. In California we’re not allowed to collect such artifacts. Maybe in the future, someone else will see it and it will tell them it’s story, as it told me today. I can only imagine, if I had met the maker of this arrowhead that he would have said to me, “hey check this one out, pretty cool isn’t it.” I would have to agree. Like a blog from the past, I was fortunate to take this picture so that I could share it with all of you and I hope you enjoy it.
- Obsidian Arrowhead
Nellie In Watercolor, Part 2
The big stick contest.
Nellie is a stick dog and so is Blitz, her daughter. They always like to compete over sticks. This particular day, last Winter, they seemed to be competing over who could find the biggest stick. Nellie taught Blitz a thing or two about picking the biggest stick.
Part 2. The base wash.
Now back to the watercolor. The next stage is the base wash.
Work Is Exhausting
A soft seat after a busy day feels so good.
Blitz had a busy day at work today. Her day went like this. Arrived at the office and visited the other dogs. Made them bark….a lot! Load up, head out to the plant and then the gas pumps. Sniff around the pumps and check the pee-mail. Finally, head to the woods. Drive for an hour and a half. Arrive at the property. Meet the nice land owner. Ride in his ATV. Fetch stick forty times and chew it up. Hike around the woods. Visit the landowners house and meet his nice wife. Get to go inside the house for water and a cookie. This never happens, but it did today. Ride the ATV back to the truck. Load up and start back home. Stop at the river along the way for a swim and eat some blackberries. I didn’t know Blitz liked blackberries. Load up head back to the office. Go down to the river for another swim. Fetch the stick forty more times. Load up wait in the truck in the shade for a little while. Them head for home. Life is good.
THE FORESTER ARTIST 