Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Grannie's Chickens

This is a representation of my grandmother feeding the chickens.  The dog has learned the hard lesson of chasing the chickens and now has respect for my grandmother.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Green Bass

I painted this bass on a tertiary tail feather.  The feather came from a turkey in southeast Alabama on the Chattahoochee river.  I used acrylic paint.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Cardinal

This red bird is painted on the tail feather of a turkey from the Chattahoochee River system.  A friend of mine owns a hunting plantation there and gives me all the feathers that I will ever be able to paint.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Here's Another





Just finished another cedar block.  This started out as a practice piece.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Spring Plowing

This is an 11x17" pen and ink drawing that I did a couple of years ago, of rural life long ago.  We have come a long way since 1934.  This was an up and coming farm with the windmill and water storage tank.  Dogs haven't changed much, they still hang with their humans when they can.  Life was hard but much less stressful, I think.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Train Wreck

This is not a short story or a figment of my imagination.  These events actually happened.  Friday, Sheila and I were on the way home for lunch.  On Furnie Jackson Road as we were going uphill, a small toyoto truck came flying up behind us and just as he was about to hit, he pulled it to the side and went around us.  The lane he went around us was on a hill and no way he could see if anyone was coming.  I, being irritated, blew my horn and sped up just a little.  As we topped the hill, he was 200 yards ahead of us and gaing speed.  As the train came around the curve he never put on brakes.
     He hit the rear car of the train, which was doing about fifty, he was running at least seventy.  The impact threw him back instantly fifteen feet.  the impact was on his side and the front.  I fully expected to find him in pieces.  As we pulled up, he opened the door and stepped out.  The door was crumpled and I don't know how it came open.  There was not a scratch on him, even though his truck was demolished.  He was acting really weird, not the kind of weird that getting hit by a train would cause.(I am not an expert)  I am not a person that is afraid of other people, but I was leary of him.
     Any thoughts on this?  Was he human, demon or just extremely lucky?

Monday, August 8, 2011

Evil Arrives 2

Suez began to notice the way back to the ship was harder and more difficult to maneuver.  Instead of the forest parting in front of him and a foot path appearing under his feet, the forest was offering up vines and bramble bushes to scratch and hold him.  The foot path was hard and made up of unyielding rocks and sharp pebbles.  The stones were unsteady underfoot and caused bruises on his pampered feet.  After a long difficult walk back, Suez finally saw the ship.  What a magnificent sight it was towering above the landscape.  Hundreds of feet tall, it was longer than tall.  The sides were covered with precious stones and metal.  The sun, reflecting off the sides, illuminated the  surrounding area.  There, high up near the top, was the ship's name, Illuminati, spelled out in large cut diamonds.  Zeus thought, "How appropriately named as it illuminated the surrounding area, albeit falsely.  It is having to use the light of the sun to illuminate the forest.
     The change of innocence to world knowledge was accompanied by another change as well.  The ship, even though, still self sufficient for thousands of years to come could not move from this spot.  It's propulsion system was inoperative.  The cloaking device was still operating and only the crew could see it.  Also, since evil had replaced good, small things had reversed as well.  The name of the ship was "Itanimulli", when it had left port.  That is odd, thought Zeus, "I will have to ask Satan about this when I catch up to him"  "Who is Satan?", he thought.  He is becoming more confused.
     Not seeing Satan, right away and thinking that he might have passed him on the way to the garden, he doubled back.  Stumbling back through the unyielding forest, he finally reached the entrance.  He had seen these two before and they were not friends.  Standing tall before the gate, they were imposing figures, having fiery countenances and holding flaming swords.  Their intent was clear, no one or anything was ever going to enter the garden again.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Old Mountain Man



I am really having fun carving these things from cedar.