The text and paintings on The Trowbridge Chronicles are taken from the illustrated journal of Violet Trowbridge, a shrew that once lived in a village deep in the Olympic Rain Forest. Each new post will represent a portion of Mrs. Trowbridge’s journal.

Saturday, September 15, 2007


In case you have wondered why Trowbridge posts have slowed down recently, my father just passed away last Saturday. I've been occupied on weekends at his bedside over the past few weeks.

Mrs. Trowbridge wrote often about their favorite vacation spot, Crescent Sea Stack, on the North Channel. It was also a favorite wedding spot, as you might imagine...if you're a shrew, that is. This stack is typical of the many sea stacks on the north Washington coast, the longest remaining stretch of wild beach in the lower 48. This rugged, primeval coastline boasts more sea stacks than anywhere else in America.

Mrs. T. painted this scene in mid-morning, just as the fog was beginning to lift. I am always amazed at the painting skills that she displayed. She painted the fog so seamlessly that it would appear that she used an airbrush. But her principle media was watercolors. She ground the pigments herself, using raw materials that she gathered from the rain forest.


Janice said...

you have my sincerest empathy. Lovely illustration and I am enjoying following this series.. :). Ive been away myself, for the same reasons.

Kathleen Rietz said...

Hey Bron, I am sorry to hear of your loss. That is very difficult. I pray you find comfort in your faith, and that good memories of your dad also bring comfort.

Loved this entry!


Eric said...


So sorry for your loss. Our prayers are with you and yours.

Eric Hammond

PS - Today's entry is beautiful. I missed them.

Sandra said...

I'm so sorry for your loss. My thoughts are with you.

Princess Pepper Cloud said...

My sympathy to you and your family. Your painting here is so serene. Just lovely

kdhamel said...

What a beautiful and serene illustration. Sincere sympathy on your loss.

Geninne said...

Oh Bron I'm so sorry about your loss. Your work is so amazingly beautiful.

Anonymous said...

Oh Bron I am so saddened by you loss. You have my deepest sympathy and will be in my prayers.

Hugs from California!

Janet said...

Beautiful painting! sincere sympathy for the loss of your father.

scribblesk said...

So sorry to hear about your father. Beautiful image.

carla said...

Bron - I am so sorry to hear about your father's passing. It is such a difficult thing to experience, especially when you know you are spending last weeks and days with someone you love and have known your whole life. Mrs. T's painting of the sea stack is a poignant companion to your words... it looks distant and peaceful and very beautiful. I send my prayers that your father is at peace and you experience comfort in that knowledge. - Carla

Bron Smith said...

Thank you for you kind comments on my father. That was very thoughtful of you.

Christine Lim Simpson said...

Dear Bron, I hope you and your family are doing ok. Take care and take your time to heal. I will pray for you tonight.

Bron Smith said...

The renderings are gorgeous, Christine. I can see how much care and attention to detail that you put into them. It's always nice to hear from you. Thank you for you wishes and prayers regarding my father.

studio lolo said...

I was actually thinking of you the other day and was going to inquire if things were alright. I'm so very sorry for your loss. I hope it helped you to be with him. I know it helped me. May you find comfort in your memories, and in time, peace in your heart.
The painting is stunning. I'm sure your dad would agree.
I'm attaching a favorite poem of mine by Mary Elizabeth Frye titled "Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep." It has always helped me.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

Take care, Bron.

Digital Scott's illustrationblog said...

Sorry to hear about the loss of your father.

aynaku said...

I too lost my father recently...beatiful work, really!

ValGalArt said...

This piece is exquisite Bron! I'm sorry your dad is gone.That is so hard and your feelings came out beautifully in this post!