The Trowbridge shrews of Mrs. Trowbridge's day were indeed brave little souls. They faced constant threats from all around and above. At any given moment their nest could be trampled by a herd of Roosevelt elk, or thrashed to shreds by a hungry raccoon. Of course, a shrew was always at risk for being snatched away on the way to market by a hungry hawk.Mrs. T faced life's challenges and uncertainties by spending time early in the mornings beside the nearby creek. It was here that she would meditate, write and paint. You may have to look carefully to see her perched in front of her easel on top of the boulder beside the stream.
Love it. I almost didn't see it ,but that is why I love it. I think all us who chose to express ourselves are like your Mrs. T.
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you still got it! always enjoyable to stop by to see what's happening with mrs T. michael dailey
ReplyDeleteHere another great illustration!Your colours are always amazing!
ReplyDeleteI want a journal like this! I lived in Seattle for a year and a half, and did a lot of driving on the Olympic Penninsula, and as a midwesterner used to sunshine and open spaces, have to admit that I was actively oppressed by all the green.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to look at some of your other journal entries. This is lovely.
Sublime reverie!
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