Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Late In Life Folk Artist

Wildlife painted on pine boards with acrylics and charm, behind care center doors.
And signed,  "With God's help.  Brite Skies by Doc  age 83".

(Doc paved tar roads for a living".)

I could sell your paintings for you on Ebay,"  Jay suggested.

  "No,"  said Doc.  "I haven't got time to be famous.  I just want to paint."

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Baby Birds To Boot

Baby Birds To Boot 


At a local bank, thirty farmers have been turned down for loans in the last few weeks.  The farmers planned to use the  money to put in  their crops  this spring.  (They are told,  a government loan might be possible.)

Did they, in the past, when prices were good for a bushel of wheat,  spend too much of their profit to buy big tractors?  Did farming get too expensive?
Many small farmers sold out some years ago.  What of these,  the bigger farmers?

And  when loans are no longer the answer,  who is waiting in the wings to buy the fields?  The biggest?

Sunday, May 24, 2015


It's A  Turkey Shoot;  once an old sport in the South where  turkeys in a cage got shot at
 if they stuck their necks out.

If you happen to be a turkey, I recommend that you listen, gobble, and bobble, but  keep your head down.  Ludle Ludle Ludle. 

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Why Not Spring?

If I had my druthers
I'd go for a ride in the countryside
and enjoy all the spring colors!

Sometimes artists are fluid and don't fit in boxes.
Too many corners.

I am too stubborn to be anything but a folk artist.  

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

life sometimes
gets tangled up
and it's hard to know how
it will untangle
but God knows and
others can help.

Monday, May 4, 2015

FiRsT FloWeRs

In the spring, the first flowers for the bees are the dandelions.  
maybe keep some of these...

DANDELIONS: The first leaves are good in a  salad in the spring. 
In the summer,  the flower under your chin let's you  see if you like butter. 
From the roots, make a tincture in the fall.  

Friday, May 1, 2015

Stamp Heist

Stamp Heist
  The house keeper arrived and  took off her coat.  She was ready for the  day's tasks.
  The lady of the house,  ( in a well kept kitchen),  held up a roll of regular postage stamps. 
  "One of the  stamps is missing,"  said the Lady of the House, accusing.    "Did you take it?"
  The house keeper looked around,  her eyes resting on an open window that she had washed and polished the day before.  
  "No, I did not,"  she replied.  "Maybe someone in the middle of the night  broke in to the house and took it."  

Friends you hear from at Christmas or afterwards

Don't you hate it when long ago,  far away friends email you when  your annual Christmas greeting card doesn't show. You want to...