Tom Uttech(American, b. 1942) paints imaginary woodland scenes that celebrate the verdant natural world he has been closely acquainted with since his childhood in Merrill, Wisconsin. We who are alive now are witnessing something that has never happened before … you don’t want to die without ...
My friends are immense and look after me so well. Fighting the “ black dog” days can get hard but just speaking to my Granddaughters , Yvette, family and great friends is so rewarding. There is no advice that I can give as everyone treats life differently. You have to live every day...
” Ann said. “We used to loan visitors gnome hats so they could forget about any cares of the world, put on their gnome hats and just be at one with the gnomes (and fairies in The Wild Flower Garden) and the trees, the stream running through the woodland, the birds...
According to the report on The Bigfoot Field Researchers Organization website, the witness witness and three friends were in his truck shining deer when they saw two amber colored eyes. The eyes weren't reflecting like a deer, and the witness claimed that the eyes just looked different than ...
It was an auction in the UK and this little car started at 0.99p. It was a left hand drive so wasn’t doing very well as far as Uk people wanting to buy it. I watched the price rise for a bit and then, without telling the Beloved, I put my bid in. I waited for two weeks....
He died on February 19, 2001, in Woodland Hills, Los Angeles, aged 87, after contracting pneumonia. Carl Forman-(1914-1984) According to Darkness at High Noon: The Carl Foreman Documents—a 2002 documentary based in part on a lengthy 1952 letter from Foreman to film critic Bosley Crowther...
I listen to a bit of Hilary. I pour a sherry. After dark my partner and I put coats on and wander lonely as clouds in nearby woodland, where the only life we see is feathered or four-legged. (Our tally so far: 2 otters, 1 baby owl, 2 ducks, 5 muntjac.) We come home and wa...
Direct my footsteps through the woodland shade; Thou conscious witness of unknown delight, The Lover’s guardian, and the Muse’s aid! By thy pale beams I solitary rove, To thee my tender grief confide; Serenely sweet you gild the silent grove, My friend, my goddess, and my guide …Lady...
One morning, like many others, I was happily going through my routine, dancing around the office, cleaning up crusty food and animal pee as happily as Cinderella getting dressed with the help of her woodland friends. I heard some weird clickety-clakety noises coming from the back room when ...
So this morning a group of us, friends old and new met and headed off with our smallies on a little walk taking in woodland and sea views and collecting various pieces of nature in a range of textures. We then returned to the picnic benches where the paint, paper and was distributed,...