<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056</id><updated>2024-11-01T03:36:20.861-07:00</updated><category term="c shea mayfield"/><category term="alabama"/><category term="gulf shores"/><category term="L&#39;Abri"/><category term="al"/><category term="anna correll art"/><category term="art"/><category term="board"/><category term="canvas"/><category term="christmas on the river"/><category term="cities"/><category term="community"/><category term="creating"/><category term="discover"/><category term="dye"/><category term="ella baxter mayfield"/><category term="friends"/><category term="gesso"/><category term="gini coody"/><category term="gulf shroes"/><category term="hearing impaired children"/><category term="hearts for hearing"/><category term="home"/><category term="individuals"/><category term="love"/><category term="meeting"/><category term="painting"/><category term="paper"/><category term="people"/><category term="photography"/><category term="plaster"/><category term="water"/><title type='text'>Correll Shea Mayfield</title><subtitle type='html'>Correll Shea Mayfield.  Artist living in Gulf Shores, Alabama.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-8680546586887293353</id><published>2011-05-26T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:57:50.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPuVXSnTdPS1W0DCJgz4zOQ04Yq-aeBdii2_IPHJd-olAy5Uot7CG58AeJhuZlCLVvtsmF_Op5eVyYku8GrW3_i65BZQ9UHwYJECcR2u4SK03GJMgWUSPOIqr8FX5O_9Dn8k1S11Dnz88n/s1600/august+2010+196.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPuVXSnTdPS1W0DCJgz4zOQ04Yq-aeBdii2_IPHJd-olAy5Uot7CG58AeJhuZlCLVvtsmF_Op5eVyYku8GrW3_i65BZQ9UHwYJECcR2u4SK03GJMgWUSPOIqr8FX5O_9Dn8k1S11Dnz88n/s400/august+2010+196.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My fabulous sister has provided me with some bags that I love to brag about!  I use them and enjoy them not only because they are so very practical but because they are so very cute.  My favorite is my little lunch box cooler that I can put a few drinks in - and on the outside it says - &quot;quinched&quot; - when she gave it to me I just laughed out loud - it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you are unfamiliar with Thirty One - check it out!  It is a great reminder for us of what the woman in Proverbs 31 was and who we can be! I hope by this I can encourage Worthie on this endeavor!  PS - the prices are the bomb&lt;br /&gt;
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Proverbs 31&lt;br /&gt;
The Words of King Lemuel&lt;br /&gt;
 1The words of King Lemuel. An oracle that his mother taught him:&lt;br /&gt;
 2What are you doing, my son?[a] What are you doing,(A) son of my womb?&lt;br /&gt;
   What are you doing,(B) son of my vows?&lt;br /&gt;
3Do(C) not give your strength to women,&lt;br /&gt;
   your ways to those(D) who destroy kings.&lt;br /&gt;
4(E) It is not for kings, O Lemuel,&lt;br /&gt;
   it is not for kings(F) to drink wine,&lt;br /&gt;
   or for rulers to take(G) strong drink,&lt;br /&gt;
5lest they drink and forget what has been decreed&lt;br /&gt;
   and(H) pervert the rights of all the afflicted.&lt;br /&gt;
6Give strong drink to the one who(I) is perishing,&lt;br /&gt;
   and wine to(J) those in bitter distress;[b]&lt;br /&gt;
7(K) let them drink and forget their poverty&lt;br /&gt;
   and remember their misery no more.&lt;br /&gt;
8(L) Open your mouth for the mute,&lt;br /&gt;
   for the rights of all who are destitute.[c]&lt;br /&gt;
9Open your mouth,(M) judge righteously,&lt;br /&gt;
   (N) defend the rights of(O) the poor and needy.&lt;br /&gt;
The Woman Who Fears the LORD&lt;br /&gt;
 10[d](P) An excellent wife who can find?&lt;br /&gt;
   She is far more precious than(Q) jewels.&lt;br /&gt;
11The heart of her husband trusts in her,&lt;br /&gt;
   and he will have no lack of gain.&lt;br /&gt;
12She does him good, and not harm,&lt;br /&gt;
   all the days of her life.&lt;br /&gt;
13She(R) seeks wool and flax,&lt;br /&gt;
   and works with willing hands.&lt;br /&gt;
14She is like the ships of the merchant;&lt;br /&gt;
   she brings her food from afar.&lt;br /&gt;
15She(S) rises while it is yet night&lt;br /&gt;
   and(T) provides food for her household&lt;br /&gt;
   and portions for her maidens.&lt;br /&gt;
16She considers a field and buys it;&lt;br /&gt;
   with the fruit of her hands she plants a vineyard.&lt;br /&gt;
17She(U) dresses herself[e] with strength&lt;br /&gt;
   and makes her arms strong.&lt;br /&gt;
18She perceives that her merchandise is profitable.&lt;br /&gt;
   Her lamp does not go out at night.&lt;br /&gt;
19She puts her hands to the distaff,&lt;br /&gt;
   and her hands hold the spindle.&lt;br /&gt;
20She(V) opens her hand to(W) the poor&lt;br /&gt;
   and reaches out her hands to the needy.&lt;br /&gt;
21She is not afraid of snow for her household,&lt;br /&gt;
   for all her household are clothed in(X) scarlet.[f]&lt;br /&gt;
22She makes(Y) bed coverings for herself;&lt;br /&gt;
   her clothing is(Z) fine linen and(AA) purple.&lt;br /&gt;
23Her husband is known in(AB) the gates&lt;br /&gt;
   when he sits among the elders of the land.&lt;br /&gt;
24She makes(AC) linen garments and sells them;&lt;br /&gt;
   she delivers sashes to the merchant.&lt;br /&gt;
25(AD) Strength and dignity are her clothing,&lt;br /&gt;
   and she laughs at the time to come.&lt;br /&gt;
26She opens her mouth with wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;
   and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.&lt;br /&gt;
27She looks well to the ways of her household&lt;br /&gt;
   and does not eat the bread of idleness.&lt;br /&gt;
28Her children rise up and call her blessed;&lt;br /&gt;
   her husband also, and he praises her:&lt;br /&gt;
29&quot;Many(AE) women have done(AF) excellently,&lt;br /&gt;
   but you surpass them all.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
30(AG) Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain,&lt;br /&gt;
   but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.&lt;br /&gt;
31Give her of the fruit of her hands,&lt;br /&gt;
   and let her works praise her in the gates.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8680546586887293353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/8680546586887293353' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/8680546586887293353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/8680546586887293353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2011/05/thirty-one.html' title='Thirty One'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPuVXSnTdPS1W0DCJgz4zOQ04Yq-aeBdii2_IPHJd-olAy5Uot7CG58AeJhuZlCLVvtsmF_Op5eVyYku8GrW3_i65BZQ9UHwYJECcR2u4SK03GJMgWUSPOIqr8FX5O_9Dn8k1S11Dnz88n/s72-c/august+2010+196.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-3023841845764953621</id><published>2011-05-26T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:42:13.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and White</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijqiyeQsklsJcqT5w_E4Z5xQEqXw0WcFZ8QplcIsYj3Ck65usNtbX9FWXAh26b-5wIHb_qkBEVEwJx-Zy7smQDd6BXAPw4O1yOuceFuomMPKpKVKaWQQTB_sd4QfDLkW6i7T4kaIoweDar/s1600/7.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijqiyeQsklsJcqT5w_E4Z5xQEqXw0WcFZ8QplcIsYj3Ck65usNtbX9FWXAh26b-5wIHb_qkBEVEwJx-Zy7smQDd6BXAPw4O1yOuceFuomMPKpKVKaWQQTB_sd4QfDLkW6i7T4kaIoweDar/s400/7.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes life can produce decisions before us that are as clear as black and white and we have gut instincts of what we must do.  Those decisions can pose easy roads or hard roads ahead but either way, when you know you&#39;ve made the right decision - life is fuller. &lt;br /&gt;
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Quitting:College &lt;br /&gt;
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I was in my second year of college going into my third and I was not enjoying my major. This is nothing new to most who go into college with no clue what they really want to do. I wanted to &quot;take a break&quot; and perhaps return a year later with a different major.  While working on the infamous river-the Nantahala with a bunch of fantastic friends I couldn&#39;t imagine any better education or life than being a river rat.  So, I made a 9 hour drive down to the gulf with a good friend, Derrick, to see my parents... I was so bold and head strong that my determination was to TELL my parents that I was quitting school.  Derrick smirked the whole way - as he has a PHD and is now a family counselor.  &lt;br /&gt;
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In his most gentle way, my sweet wonderful father sat with me on our front porch swing.  He listened intently to all my grand ideas and what I wanted to do!  Then,  basically said - &quot;that is wonderful honey, if that is what you want to do - BUT - if you do quit school, you will immediately be handed all your bills that I currently pay for &amp; the vehicle that I was planning on getting you will remain with it&#39;s current owner.&quot;  &lt;br /&gt;
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Obviously, my tune of heartstrings changed very fast.  I remained in school and not only did I finish with honors but was provided the privilege to travel overseas with our Navy and complete an internship on a NATO base.  &lt;br /&gt;
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That is one of my black and white stories.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3023841845764953621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/3023841845764953621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/3023841845764953621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/3023841845764953621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2011/05/black-and-white.html' title='Black and White'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijqiyeQsklsJcqT5w_E4Z5xQEqXw0WcFZ8QplcIsYj3Ck65usNtbX9FWXAh26b-5wIHb_qkBEVEwJx-Zy7smQDd6BXAPw4O1yOuceFuomMPKpKVKaWQQTB_sd4QfDLkW6i7T4kaIoweDar/s72-c/7.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-4841716382655194780</id><published>2011-05-26T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:23:38.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Signature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEkAy7IfLwkidRkSS9fXJ8bx-HmF_dlpnkCcc2bBqZld6ul3pOUAdkI8zkQARpcd_nbnfFpzZxDKnMwVVNVvnTlkAlMfBnoJeXrNvkb8H4kJjefUrKKhPIuZEOmMNW9r9ihM4BoUHElvYN/s1600/csm+signature.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;130&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEkAy7IfLwkidRkSS9fXJ8bx-HmF_dlpnkCcc2bBqZld6ul3pOUAdkI8zkQARpcd_nbnfFpzZxDKnMwVVNVvnTlkAlMfBnoJeXrNvkb8H4kJjefUrKKhPIuZEOmMNW9r9ihM4BoUHElvYN/s400/csm+signature.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A while back it was evident that I would need to put my signature on quite a few things.  So, I signed a sheet of paper and made it available at the click of a button.  For those of you who love the idea but are not sure how this works, I will be happy to help you.  It usually takes me about an hour to make it perfect and email it to you - so - sign up today to have your signature readily available at the click of a button!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4841716382655194780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/4841716382655194780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/4841716382655194780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/4841716382655194780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2011/05/your-signature.html' title='Your Signature'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEkAy7IfLwkidRkSS9fXJ8bx-HmF_dlpnkCcc2bBqZld6ul3pOUAdkI8zkQARpcd_nbnfFpzZxDKnMwVVNVvnTlkAlMfBnoJeXrNvkb8H4kJjefUrKKhPIuZEOmMNW9r9ihM4BoUHElvYN/s72-c/csm+signature.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-9029896465006079890</id><published>2011-05-26T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:17:07.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3x73S29nEU9cXUi48xMElO08Va3IMJsFFOdbK4Ypi7ADYIrftTABX5daOuG8bQvMRVK67Isget0Jz14XYjAchhQjK4EMdJ94k9ASXb0GwrgH5OfuDj8UPYrHV3eNP_cOEkUH-pn-TLnvp/s1600/allinone-hazels.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;187&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3x73S29nEU9cXUi48xMElO08Va3IMJsFFOdbK4Ypi7ADYIrftTABX5daOuG8bQvMRVK67Isget0Jz14XYjAchhQjK4EMdJ94k9ASXb0GwrgH5OfuDj8UPYrHV3eNP_cOEkUH-pn-TLnvp/s400/allinone-hazels.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is sort of a shabby placement of ads but I really enjoyed doing it - being creative with food for marketing can be exciting and wonderful for those who eat out all the time!  Enticement of where to go when for specific reasons can boost ones bottom line in a matter of one season if worked properly.  &lt;br /&gt;
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For instance Elli Bistro in Gulf Shores promotes wine on Tuesdays by offering a bottle at 1/2 price.  Not only does this allow them to keep their wine fresh but it also entices individuals who may not visit there on a regular occasion to come in - for so many reasons this is brilliant!  &lt;br /&gt;
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Hazel&#39;s in Orange Beach offers FREE ICE CREAM - all the time!  Any smart parent watching their pocket book on vacation is bound to visit there to feed and appease a hungry family! Not to mention that children under 3 eat free!  &lt;br /&gt;
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These are great marketing tools to catch the eye and drag it over ... to what the chef specializes in!  So kudos to Lane, Ginny &amp; Wick!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/9029896465006079890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/9029896465006079890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/9029896465006079890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/9029896465006079890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2011/05/ads.html' title='Ads'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3x73S29nEU9cXUi48xMElO08Va3IMJsFFOdbK4Ypi7ADYIrftTABX5daOuG8bQvMRVK67Isget0Jz14XYjAchhQjK4EMdJ94k9ASXb0GwrgH5OfuDj8UPYrHV3eNP_cOEkUH-pn-TLnvp/s72-c/allinone-hazels.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-5606993255631310803</id><published>2011-05-26T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:08:19.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzkG4JicZfGfOk0DETLuix0AqNX53ivc-j1T_bWyoH7rTEgm210zP7TvsKMMsqe2psGgAaRo9ep7xXkEDxPkgu0OsQCtDwDQpB4U-8nMeFnim97D6DH4lC6L_FVDWjLjLSPCHSz1_etu_m/s1600/summer-2011-tolb.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; width=&quot;218&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzkG4JicZfGfOk0DETLuix0AqNX53ivc-j1T_bWyoH7rTEgm210zP7TvsKMMsqe2psGgAaRo9ep7xXkEDxPkgu0OsQCtDwDQpB4U-8nMeFnim97D6DH4lC6L_FVDWjLjLSPCHSz1_etu_m/s400/summer-2011-tolb.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t remember the first time I laid pages out but I remember doing it for our middle school year book which seemed to be a massive project at the time.  There is an art to it and creating a page with appeal.  Now that email allows pictures to carry words and be displayed on our computers via email or to our phones or even on paper... news gets out and before we know it, it&#39;s old.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I have about 5 companies that I put together news articles for and my favorite is my dad&#39;s company, Tree of Life Landscaping, Inc.  He really does just let me run with it and I come up with all kinds of fun news, much of what I learn straight from him - and working with he and mom in the garden or around the house.  &lt;br /&gt;
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href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjy4y4jlaP2aAnIe2wXlxbV9jf1ug-2hMtBhhuFAbJb1jZ1gqMkVV6BgfzTuvrSRRpVIGcR0MelEtdCZnYEz6d2RBjhLVyirE0xW6yWcbzaWEfG_ht2_i62ePiubAcJGRHb3cjW0hyphenhyphenZHAS/s1600/art+052.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjy4y4jlaP2aAnIe2wXlxbV9jf1ug-2hMtBhhuFAbJb1jZ1gqMkVV6BgfzTuvrSRRpVIGcR0MelEtdCZnYEz6d2RBjhLVyirE0xW6yWcbzaWEfG_ht2_i62ePiubAcJGRHb3cjW0hyphenhyphenZHAS/s400/art+052.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547642708844352018&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a piece I sold at &quot;Christmas on the River&quot; but it is the beginning of a new series I will be doing called Blue Grass.  I&#39;ll probably be having a show in the Spring, so be on the lookout.  All pieces will be on board, most, if not all will be landscape pieces and available at under $150.    This piece sold for under $100.  (Thanks Debbie &amp;amp; Joe!) I&#39;m thrilled about doing them.  They will include media such as plaster and dye with a hint of oil for final touches.  If you would like specific orders with specific colors please feel free to let me know about a commission piece. &lt;br /&gt;205-790-1507&lt;br /&gt;csmayfield@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.csheamayfield.webs.com&quot;&gt;www.csheamayfield.webs.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 90&lt;br /&gt;A prayer of Moses the man of God. Lord, &lt;br /&gt;you have been our dwelling place&lt;br /&gt;   throughout all generations.&lt;br /&gt;Before the mountains were born&lt;br /&gt;   or you brought forth the whole world,&lt;br /&gt;   from everlasting to everlasting you are God. &lt;br /&gt;You turn people back to dust,&lt;br /&gt;   saying, “Return to dust, you mortals.”&lt;br /&gt;A thousand years in your sight&lt;br /&gt;   are like a day that has just gone by,&lt;br /&gt;   or like a watch in the night.&lt;br /&gt; Yet you sweep people away in the sleep of death—&lt;br /&gt;   they are like the new grass of the morning:&lt;br /&gt;In the morning it springs up new,&lt;br /&gt;   but by evening it is dry and withered. &lt;br /&gt;We are consumed by your anger&lt;br /&gt;   and terrified by your indignation.&lt;br /&gt;You have set our iniquities before you,&lt;br /&gt;   our secret sins in the light of your presence.&lt;br /&gt; All our days pass away under your wrath;&lt;br /&gt;   we finish our years with a moan.&lt;br /&gt;Our days may come to seventy years,&lt;br /&gt;   or eighty, if our strength endures;&lt;br /&gt;yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;   for they quickly pass, and we fly away.&lt;br /&gt;If only we knew the power of your anger!&lt;br /&gt;   Your wrath is as great as the fear that is your due.&lt;br /&gt; Teach us to number our days,&lt;br /&gt;   that we may gain a heart of wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;Relent, LORD! How long will it be?&lt;br /&gt;   Have compassion on your servants.&lt;br /&gt; Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love,&lt;br /&gt;   that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.&lt;br /&gt; Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us,&lt;br /&gt;   for as many years as we have seen trouble.&lt;br /&gt;May your deeds be shown to your servants,&lt;br /&gt;   your splendor to their children.  &lt;br /&gt;May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us;&lt;br /&gt;   establish the work of our hands for us—&lt;br /&gt;   yes, establish the work of our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8849887823256799298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/8849887823256799298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/8849887823256799298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/8849887823256799298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2010/12/blue-grass.html' title='Blue Grass'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjy4y4jlaP2aAnIe2wXlxbV9jf1ug-2hMtBhhuFAbJb1jZ1gqMkVV6BgfzTuvrSRRpVIGcR0MelEtdCZnYEz6d2RBjhLVyirE0xW6yWcbzaWEfG_ht2_i62ePiubAcJGRHb3cjW0hyphenhyphenZHAS/s72-c/art+052.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-3993809070459437321</id><published>2010-12-06T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T10:35:13.206-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alabama"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anna correll art"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="c shea mayfield"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ella baxter mayfield"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gulf shroes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hearing impaired children"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hearts for hearing"/><title type='text'>Hearts for Hearing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn1badV6W2CPpo_6qCuPCDC8jYruqwezgpeYvogvU-wT_dpwJ_pBtXQamdGQTahMO5QFFV1ETZFB6Fp4PpVGTXGw-IoOUX6s4djrdiIzs6Ka5YYwOKKXUaUtc5AEImAD3mzxIVByV3xq3w/s1600/art+013.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn1badV6W2CPpo_6qCuPCDC8jYruqwezgpeYvogvU-wT_dpwJ_pBtXQamdGQTahMO5QFFV1ETZFB6Fp4PpVGTXGw-IoOUX6s4djrdiIzs6Ka5YYwOKKXUaUtc5AEImAD3mzxIVByV3xq3w/s400/art+013.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547626162616642882&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can be hard to find, but when we do it just happens... the world begins to turn in a whole new direction!&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s nice to know we can rest assured on the love of Christ at all times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 3: &lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-26137&quot;&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt; For God so loved the  world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him  shall not perish but have eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three adorable nieces. My prayer and hope for their lives is that they know this love above all else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name sake niece, Anna Correll,  my sister&#39;s daughter... and I paint together quite often.  We have since she was a small thing... she is still a small thing - who am I kidding! We have brilliant conversation about life, love and the pursuit of her happiness!!!! She does a fantastic job, always!  Explaining to her how deep, wide and grand is the love of Jesus has been exciting.   Recently, her mother shared the story that while she was picking up her toys she begged Jesus to come out of her heart and help her pick up all her toys... I can&#39;t fathom the conversation she must have been having with Jesus, what she was feeling, or what she is thinking at the age of 3 about who Jesus really is... but I know her little heart is tender and her desire to serve the Lord will one day be grand, as he has already started to pierce her heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella Baxter who is my other niece of about the same age, is just as adorable...  I don&#39;t get to see Ella B as often and really have only met her a few times.  Knowing her through pictures and stories from her parents... has kind of given me an ache to know her all the more!  She is partially hearing impaired but this does not stop this tall beautiful thing though... She has this wild creative side with much determination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third niece is Evy, and I can&#39;t wait to meet her... time seems to be flying but I will get to see her within the next 30 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Correll and I have been painting 2x2 boards for a few years now, she usually does this amazing background full of colors and nothingness... I kept wondering what we were going to do with all these boards!  I was up late one night a couple of weeks ago and plastered love on this piece... AC added a few finishing touches, and of course the background which is built up, is all her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is the first of the &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Hearts for Hearing&lt;/span&gt; series... &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;(it is sold)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to all the crazy stories my brother Baxter and Jerri have shared - hospitals, hearing aids;  videos; books and tutoring... etc...&lt;br /&gt;I consulted with my sister and we would like to start a non-profit for parents who have babies that are born with hearing problems... such as Ella had when she was born.&lt;br /&gt;It took many doctors pulling together to diagnose what was going on with little Ella B, and many families don&#39;t have the resources Baxter &amp;amp; Jerri were provided! For this we are thankful... but they still plug along ...  I think the funniest yet most devastating story I heard was recently, they could not find Ella B&#39;s hearing aid (one of them) and they kept asking her what she had done with it... They had been to Lowe&#39;s and searched everywhere between there, the car, the house, etc... Ella B finally told them that she gave it to Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;A day later she told them she put it in a cup.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Jerri found it in the dish disposal after it had been washed down the sink from her Cinderella sippy cup.  It was a $6k hearing aid.&lt;br /&gt;My heart prays for my brother and his wife on this journey... and for Ella Baxter... but at the same token... so does my sister Worth and her sweet daughter Anna Correll...&lt;br /&gt;Anna Correll will tell yo&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1b3Qw9kNYuBklup1iLUlq8TN0Cdo5DP6wV24411c-jTy0bHoPegvknbYU48W02Xi9Tr1AvWDz0zpyjM6wHpLQdmHM0hwoiDuP-ngwV0JGgx1gi4Vpj-AhC7yURZnw_o5AvQSQGGYYpFJs/s1600/anna+correll.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1b3Qw9kNYuBklup1iLUlq8TN0Cdo5DP6wV24411c-jTy0bHoPegvknbYU48W02Xi9Tr1AvWDz0zpyjM6wHpLQdmHM0hwoiDuP-ngwV0JGgx1gi4Vpj-AhC7yURZnw_o5AvQSQGGYYpFJs/s400/anna+correll.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547633252877916658&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; 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href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCSfA88K_ADSrDWbZ5RllX9pD4akFlmVIbfVozcxeaLB9FuY_OaBx0HC43doxvaUlSMYLtmcnxvlx_xH0sBAP57j6UBeBJ1wmOIXpXXZAYmW900bi4j8GqzFEsA8uDqi2FuOlChhToe2j3/s1600/ella+baxter.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of AC Sash pieces for Hearts for Hearing&lt;br /&gt;rage from $15 to $45 dollars&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in any of the pieces -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please feel free to call or email&lt;br /&gt;csmayfield@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;205-790-1507&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.csheamayfield.webs.com/&quot;&gt;www.csheamayfield.webs.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our goal is $500 by July 2011&lt;br /&gt;we are at $35</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3993809070459437321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/3993809070459437321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/3993809070459437321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/3993809070459437321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-can-be-hard-to-find-but-when-we-do.html' title='Hearts for Hearing'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn1badV6W2CPpo_6qCuPCDC8jYruqwezgpeYvogvU-wT_dpwJ_pBtXQamdGQTahMO5QFFV1ETZFB6Fp4PpVGTXGw-IoOUX6s4djrdiIzs6Ka5YYwOKKXUaUtc5AEImAD3mzxIVByV3xq3w/s72-c/art+013.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-6610167651692756952</id><published>2010-12-06T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T09:35:12.588-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="al"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="art"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="board"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="c shea mayfield"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="canvas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas on the river"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dye"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gesso"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gulf shores"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="painting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paper"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="plaster"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="water"/><title type='text'>Love Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfB4wEEcA2_h7HklbNzxdCr_eNsUB3vHepSOI8dMh3rTogUdlV9fTi0da7vrm-1Mk2LfzAe2g1h9dhczNNK7maRb3CRbRBlAKkiNHBspNlyh_MpkHycp6aISl6VAgJ4kT5S6C6mVEXKqFh/s1600/art+018.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfB4wEEcA2_h7HklbNzxdCr_eNsUB3vHepSOI8dMh3rTogUdlV9fTi0da7vrm-1Mk2LfzAe2g1h9dhczNNK7maRb3CRbRBlAKkiNHBspNlyh_MpkHycp6aISl6VAgJ4kT5S6C6mVEXKqFh/s400/art+018.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547616196544937154&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people ask me why I paint or create as I have been calling it, on board rather than canvas.  This piece sold at my last show &quot;Christmas on the River&quot; and I am so thankful, but for the specific reason of this piece and it&#39;s bending, I don&#39;t create on canvas too often.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my pieces have, through time, been soaked with products that need a lot of water. &lt;br /&gt;Plaster for instance is one of my primary bases - rather than gesso - because of it&#39;s unique texture.  It also holds dyes with a beautiful bleeding aspect &amp;amp; allows me to build.  Paper is another, for instance, which has to also be soaked gently with dyed water and then sealed with a form of glue...&lt;br /&gt;and then a little paint on top...&lt;br /&gt;So you see... in the end...&lt;br /&gt;Any kind of stretch canvas will continue to stretch and canvas on board with bend... which can be hard to sell at times, so I enjoy sticking to board which was my original base to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say that board will not bend!  I have learned that kiltzing or sealing my board before hand predetermines the durability of the piece and how it will hold up for long periods of time - however... it does not provide an authentic look that I am often crave in my pieces.&lt;br /&gt;This piece is one I really like, though.  The base of the flower is barely seen, sometimes what our life portrays... and what is most focused on are the colors and form of the flower... what blooms... Matthew 5:16 is a great verse that would go with this piece... Let your light shine so that others may see your good works and glorify your Father who is in Heaven.  There are great hints of gold in this flower which I often enjoy using but not so much to over power.  That way with friendships &amp;amp; letting our love light shine!  It&#39;s not our past... but what we have bloomin&#39;!&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank Mrs. Campisi for her purchase! I truly hope you enjoy it in your office!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6610167651692756952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/6610167651692756952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/6610167651692756952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/6610167651692756952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2010/12/many-people-ask-me-why-i-paint-or.html' title='Love Light'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfB4wEEcA2_h7HklbNzxdCr_eNsUB3vHepSOI8dMh3rTogUdlV9fTi0da7vrm-1Mk2LfzAe2g1h9dhczNNK7maRb3CRbRBlAKkiNHBspNlyh_MpkHycp6aISl6VAgJ4kT5S6C6mVEXKqFh/s72-c/art+018.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-4088334695693508375</id><published>2010-12-06T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T09:42:05.586-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alabama"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="c shea mayfield"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gini coody"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gulf shores"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography"/><title type='text'>friends &amp; family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;this is a slideshow of my dear friends&lt;br /&gt;i hope you enjoy as much&lt;br /&gt;as i did photographing them!&lt;br /&gt;not only are they a&lt;br /&gt;beautiful family outside&lt;br /&gt;but inside too!&lt;br /&gt;for more information&lt;br /&gt;on photography sessions&lt;br /&gt;www.csheamayfield.webs.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_dmIccC2szEcuoZS2Pgas9515FG06_kOswHZgueK4gPvPl49ioPOgBCmahhCwnhaUrQEkN3Gp5X0GwTFIpIPDyNlhCuJQsR36aRblX585KcmEwrFy8tOaTPdCVoqtWykAw1gsgELCv7Os/s1600/Coody+Crowd.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_dmIccC2szEcuoZS2Pgas9515FG06_kOswHZgueK4gPvPl49ioPOgBCmahhCwnhaUrQEkN3Gp5X0GwTFIpIPDyNlhCuJQsR36aRblX585KcmEwrFy8tOaTPdCVoqtWykAw1gsgELCv7Os/s320/Coody+Crowd.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;clear: both; 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family'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_dmIccC2szEcuoZS2Pgas9515FG06_kOswHZgueK4gPvPl49ioPOgBCmahhCwnhaUrQEkN3Gp5X0GwTFIpIPDyNlhCuJQsR36aRblX585KcmEwrFy8tOaTPdCVoqtWykAw1gsgELCv7Os/s72-c/Coody+Crowd.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-1321397527542752061</id><published>2010-01-21T08:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T08:51:47.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiz4vosKgfKZVSu321H5z17h10CMI2rYJTzLfHiToYgPFaWEOtk_ZFTv1vuAMewMiNr-PFElJDRv3S-P8OykMwOA10NgAIS0olZAdHriLjZ9Zr4SUUCjWMGSrEG5bXZJFhoVxHd3BMJH4K/s1600-h/favorite.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiz4vosKgfKZVSu321H5z17h10CMI2rYJTzLfHiToYgPFaWEOtk_ZFTv1vuAMewMiNr-PFElJDRv3S-P8OykMwOA10NgAIS0olZAdHriLjZ9Zr4SUUCjWMGSrEG5bXZJFhoVxHd3BMJH4K/s400/favorite.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429236755505962354&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was probably the last time our &quot;bunco&quot; group got together... with all of us.  Stupid, crazy, silly, with notions of nothingness... we never played bunco but rather gathered for fun.  Usually created our own event of madness with a whim of girly sillyness but all the same, it was fun.  I love this picture.  For a number of reasons but mostly because of the lighting, the setting, the faces, the whole capture.  It&#39;s hard to get one of these even at an actual wedding! Take a look and enjoy!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1321397527542752061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/1321397527542752061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/1321397527542752061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/1321397527542752061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-was-probably-last-time-our-bunco.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiz4vosKgfKZVSu321H5z17h10CMI2rYJTzLfHiToYgPFaWEOtk_ZFTv1vuAMewMiNr-PFElJDRv3S-P8OykMwOA10NgAIS0olZAdHriLjZ9Zr4SUUCjWMGSrEG5bXZJFhoVxHd3BMJH4K/s72-c/favorite.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-3535791167931188587</id><published>2010-01-21T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T08:40:03.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bootlegger&#39;s War</title><content type='html'>Late November random opportunity #52.&lt;br /&gt;Teaching a couple how to use a computer and always a new friendship...  I called making an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;I must say, somewhere, translation of the task was misinterpreted because the husband had written a number of books-typed-rather and was interested in having them published but couldn&#39;t do it because he was not familiar with a computer- hence Microsoft Word.&lt;br /&gt;Upon our first meeting, I learned about the books.  Quite intriguing actually.  Fantastic story lines for middle school students, high school students, history buffs, and even those who lived during the 1940 era.  I saw great potential in the books and agreed to help him with his project.&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it we had two books in the works, were working with a publishing company and shooting for early spring of publication.&lt;br /&gt;As the project progressed, my thoughts wondered about the time we actually spend blogging about nothingness and what my author put down as history fiction.&lt;br /&gt;If you are not familiar, the 1940&#39;s was a sensitive time for our Nation as we were attacked by the Japanese sending our nation into a frenzy.  The books are more about children, the adventures &amp;amp; trials they faced during those times.  Both have excellent plots with endings that will leave you full of wonder.&lt;br /&gt;History seems to be fascinating to me, especially those real life stories of what individuals saw, felt, faced, endured, hoped for, and evidently lived through.  I have also found a new hobby of preparing books for publication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.michaelspringer.webs.com/&quot;&gt;www.michaelspringer.webs.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.outskirtspress.com/&quot;&gt;www.outskirtspress.com&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel="related" href="www.csheamayfield.webs.com" title="The Bootlegger&#39;s War"/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3535791167931188587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/3535791167931188587' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/3535791167931188587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/3535791167931188587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2010/01/bootleggers-war.html' title='The Bootlegger&#39;s War'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-6183722629370424285</id><published>2009-09-09T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:06:40.019-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cities"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="community"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="discover"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="home"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="individuals"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="L&#39;Abri"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meeting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people"/><title type='text'>L&#39;Abri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigCYyvwax2u8yWyFviU7-bG7ZRk9ZOhZr7kxnK5mrEIFMKj6x8_ZNBBdtRqVPsw3HW0nmyKUuYHJ2sLEIh0M4RQZWnmY-nWio3oaa3SYnBnHxPoQu2fXXrplxOuQGqSVxYxBe3mAcT6j2u/s1600-h/August+2009+192.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379700626002956658&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigCYyvwax2u8yWyFviU7-bG7ZRk9ZOhZr7kxnK5mrEIFMKj6x8_ZNBBdtRqVPsw3HW0nmyKUuYHJ2sLEIh0M4RQZWnmY-nWio3oaa3SYnBnHxPoQu2fXXrplxOuQGqSVxYxBe3mAcT6j2u/s320/August+2009+192.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; new ventures is sometimes better than Christmas morning or finding a piece of chocolate. I have had the fabulous pleasure of going on many ventures of which I am thankful for... Keflavik, Iceland... St.Augustine, Florida.... New Orleans, Louisiana... London, England.... Scottsdale, Arizona... ALL of my journeys with the Nantahala Outdoor Center... living at the Gulf Coast could be considered a journey for many! Of course, there are always road trips to small cities, but it&#39;s the &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;community&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of people I&#39;ve met along the way and the pictures painted on my heart after I leave that I find so endearing. Sometimes a place will linger on my heart for years and years because the people there are just fabulous and what I gathered from them was truly amazing... God created us each so beautifully in our own individual ways... every once in a while I&#39;ll stop and think - what was He dreaming about.... when he created that random person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very good friend of mine shared an untold chapter of her life this evening... and it was when she spent time at a sweet little place called L&#39;Abri. What a treasure to discover. Sometimes I wonder about this friend, and maybe she&#39;s just an angel... Who would ever know about a place or places called L&#39;Abri.... At any rate... I hope you enjoy this link as much as I have. And perhaps look at new ventures of community in your life in a whole new way.... one where pictures are left on your heart... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;A Shelter....L&#39;Abri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="related" href="www.labri.org" title="L&#39;Abri"/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6183722629370424285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/6183722629370424285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/6183722629370424285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/6183722629370424285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2009/09/labri.html' title='L&#39;Abri'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigCYyvwax2u8yWyFviU7-bG7ZRk9ZOhZr7kxnK5mrEIFMKj6x8_ZNBBdtRqVPsw3HW0nmyKUuYHJ2sLEIh0M4RQZWnmY-nWio3oaa3SYnBnHxPoQu2fXXrplxOuQGqSVxYxBe3mAcT6j2u/s72-c/August+2009+192.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-796347168619020745</id><published>2009-09-06T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:59:00.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_l3VLdeJXu_DZKp_GDpD3ssJGUT8x_dYDqucjkDUP7ai5jxaA9Dyn3kIPq4kp1yII_9rq6SLjO2ELnTSKEJWhzRLbNu2rEMr6MddAR-d6e1NbEopiA27U5R9pFvuWVadZu-2yreIddAe-/s1600-h/August+2009+042.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378569920814269922&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_l3VLdeJXu_DZKp_GDpD3ssJGUT8x_dYDqucjkDUP7ai5jxaA9Dyn3kIPq4kp1yII_9rq6SLjO2ELnTSKEJWhzRLbNu2rEMr6MddAR-d6e1NbEopiA27U5R9pFvuWVadZu-2yreIddAe-/s320/August+2009+042.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who likes moving? More than that, why would someone want to stay in one location thier whole life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was born in Birmingham. We moved to the coast when I was 5. Since then I can tell you everywhere I have lived, from Tuscaloosa to North Carolina back to Birmingham and Back to Gulf Shores. In the round about way, I&#39;ve returned home only to have an aching to leave, again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I have grown to love is the idea of the water, not a river or lake, but the Coast.... if you ever live here you&#39;ll know what I&#39;m speaking of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I decided to rent my condo for a while and move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything happened so fast... I truly have no idea where I want to go.... This is going to be fun! &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/796347168619020745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/796347168619020745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/796347168619020745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/796347168619020745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2009/09/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_l3VLdeJXu_DZKp_GDpD3ssJGUT8x_dYDqucjkDUP7ai5jxaA9Dyn3kIPq4kp1yII_9rq6SLjO2ELnTSKEJWhzRLbNu2rEMr6MddAR-d6e1NbEopiA27U5R9pFvuWVadZu-2yreIddAe-/s72-c/August+2009+042.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-5185255468668412279</id><published>2009-06-06T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T19:15:56.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Farm House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI481wXEVcgI-JkPPpuDHARr18ShQ2tPlEfxXo8TLI6KCZr462_dFcsXuKO6f-4eSBzwIUJaQ0NbxH5uUYejP83s44Du_D1Ns5fHJtp_kbXLRwU7d7BFsVTzikA1MwPSNQvoRJU-ebgnNJ/s1600-h/clear+disk+08+152.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344393972281574850&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI481wXEVcgI-JkPPpuDHARr18ShQ2tPlEfxXo8TLI6KCZr462_dFcsXuKO6f-4eSBzwIUJaQ0NbxH5uUYejP83s44Du_D1Ns5fHJtp_kbXLRwU7d7BFsVTzikA1MwPSNQvoRJU-ebgnNJ/s320/clear+disk+08+152.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;ve been going to Western North Carolina, for, well as long as I can remember but my parents tell me that my mother rafted the Nantahala River when she was pregnant with me... I don&#39;t doubt it. She seems like super woman, especially these days.  The hills roll there, the mountains range to a point where you wonder if you are truly this...  high, the colors are so blue... that your eyes will deceive you beyond all imagination because of the fog and the pines...  But in the midst of it all, there are these valleys with beautiful farms... and old homes that seem invincable which reside on them for years and years.  Just as you come over this one particular hill near Bryson City, headed towards the gorge where the Nantahala River is, there is this old farm house... with an amazing porch, a beautiful layout and a magnificent view of the mountains.  I attempted to paint it at some point in time, while I lived in Birmingham.  I had taken some photographs of it in black and white and used those as my point of focus.  I used only white house paint, black dye and a muted green dye.  Before I knew it, I loved what had come to be.  It was a bit distorted but it was mine and no matter if that house went away, I will always remember it, and I will always have it because I painted it! &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="related" href="www.csheamayfield.webs.com" title="The Farm House"/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5185255468668412279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/5185255468668412279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/5185255468668412279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/5185255468668412279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2009/06/farm-house.html' title='The Farm House'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI481wXEVcgI-JkPPpuDHARr18ShQ2tPlEfxXo8TLI6KCZr462_dFcsXuKO6f-4eSBzwIUJaQ0NbxH5uUYejP83s44Du_D1Ns5fHJtp_kbXLRwU7d7BFsVTzikA1MwPSNQvoRJU-ebgnNJ/s72-c/clear+disk+08+152.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-4087101746768014949</id><published>2009-06-06T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:24:30.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Faith, Believing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0oVMC4HDSE45kf9pJ6XeLkpiHS9KaaGd2UgUeuCWK95vhiAsO9q5U1cyPo_ZbAlzYoWqMNmGwwSodif7d49Qd-Q3Sf9-8P5TLKfhfA-ADkEeVf9IEs42O53HblErFINCCyd02UhEWQR7T/s1600-h/art+005.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344373020100829330&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0oVMC4HDSE45kf9pJ6XeLkpiHS9KaaGd2UgUeuCWK95vhiAsO9q5U1cyPo_ZbAlzYoWqMNmGwwSodif7d49Qd-Q3Sf9-8P5TLKfhfA-ADkEeVf9IEs42O53HblErFINCCyd02UhEWQR7T/s320/art+005.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBf3RxzvokzbME7ZBmAzFPDSa99vimUpSQkvg7MUDd4kLSDpwQaOR4OdfVAYb5vYsF41p5Gq_MxOUvttOvkjqXZ3SWaSeraD3LoDxJ8y5CTsCThWG7OAlhMpWFT9r8YUTbHAO3PcjZgHcj/s1600-h/art+008.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344372748705838322&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBf3RxzvokzbME7ZBmAzFPDSa99vimUpSQkvg7MUDd4kLSDpwQaOR4OdfVAYb5vYsF41p5Gq_MxOUvttOvkjqXZ3SWaSeraD3LoDxJ8y5CTsCThWG7OAlhMpWFT9r8YUTbHAO3PcjZgHcj/s320/art+008.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two pieces would not be complete if they did not reside together.  They are happy!  I did them quite a while ago, and I remember the first go around they were each one large flower... and I wiped it off and loved the background it left me... so I created this spring like picture with sprouting flowers... they are a beautiful bright green... which can be dangerous... and a sweet ruby red grapefruit as the color for the flower!  There is much texture to these and nothing about them says classic painting... it&#39;s done of glues and house paint with small bits of oils.   It was one of the first times I really used oils... I fould they are bright and a little goes a long way! I thought for sure my Aunt Pam would want these but she has never said a word about them really,  she always has a ridiculous amount of flowers growing in her yard and it kind of remind me her her and her silly joyful self... but it&#39;s also a fresh painting... reminds me anyone who needs a fresh start with a little encouragement... it can happen!  Having faith... believing... as dad says.  ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="related" href="www.csheamayfield.webs.com" title="Having Faith, Believing"/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4087101746768014949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/4087101746768014949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/4087101746768014949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/4087101746768014949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2009/06/having-faith-believing.html' title='Having Faith, Believing'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0oVMC4HDSE45kf9pJ6XeLkpiHS9KaaGd2UgUeuCWK95vhiAsO9q5U1cyPo_ZbAlzYoWqMNmGwwSodif7d49Qd-Q3Sf9-8P5TLKfhfA-ADkEeVf9IEs42O53HblErFINCCyd02UhEWQR7T/s72-c/art+005.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-8688383790289308609</id><published>2009-06-06T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:13:03.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressing On</title><content type='html'>This piece resides in Mobile, AL with my friend Susan right now. I was happy to leave it with her. We were in college, working together waiting tables, and had no clue it would be about ten years before we would catch up again... but we did and this past year I was able to see she and her family a few times. They have a house in Gulf Shores, and she truly is a delightful friend I hope to hang on to till were old and silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular piece, went through many phases before it became what it is. The background is primarily shades of dye and the picture itself is dyed glues and textures with hints of gold all through the painting. There is one flower in the painting and it stands out. This painting is seen best in morning or evening light or perhaps under a black light. There is fabulous depth unseen to the natural eye. It reminds me of pressing on... in the fall, it&#39;s amazing how flowers still manage to bloom... and colors burst... just like in life... when we&#39;re down, Jesus gives us hope to press on for what is better... because he has great plans for us to prosper... not to harm us! ;) It&#39;s high grass, dead with a bloomin&#39; flower in the midst! ;) &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXxJ1_FWR9EsTR-GoUZ5jp8AspShITY1MO9PsvKIl5h35bH-JlkVIJdI2xWLguXgfxqsngl9g-ILYr_-QifOpxHcvMe1mcJI6cgvl30Jqghx0Q-e2uFKxllUeffTkAc34SyoqiiFBHHXwp/s1600-h/art+018.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344368988256252978&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXxJ1_FWR9EsTR-GoUZ5jp8AspShITY1MO9PsvKIl5h35bH-JlkVIJdI2xWLguXgfxqsngl9g-ILYr_-QifOpxHcvMe1mcJI6cgvl30Jqghx0Q-e2uFKxllUeffTkAc34SyoqiiFBHHXwp/s320/art+018.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3SfAihlfN6ncAPdtI69F_qdqqeTdfbsl66q6HnhVUI_7D3iU_lWDdfOTlReY7E-1lwevaiZ146wryVjqF86V9pG8NrYwqeQskOXymAkEdxAdTNQQPXfcp9jCrIu_a468MS-aA0oGVCKck/s1600-h/art+015.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344368624322856834&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3SfAihlfN6ncAPdtI69F_qdqqeTdfbsl66q6HnhVUI_7D3iU_lWDdfOTlReY7E-1lwevaiZ146wryVjqF86V9pG8NrYwqeQskOXymAkEdxAdTNQQPXfcp9jCrIu_a468MS-aA0oGVCKck/s320/art+015.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. 13Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, 14I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Phillipians 3:12-14</content><link rel="related" href="www.csheamayfield.webs.com" title="Pressing On"/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8688383790289308609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/8688383790289308609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/8688383790289308609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/8688383790289308609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2009/06/pressing-on.html' title='Pressing On'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXxJ1_FWR9EsTR-GoUZ5jp8AspShITY1MO9PsvKIl5h35bH-JlkVIJdI2xWLguXgfxqsngl9g-ILYr_-QifOpxHcvMe1mcJI6cgvl30Jqghx0Q-e2uFKxllUeffTkAc34SyoqiiFBHHXwp/s72-c/art+018.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-5461199309619492061</id><published>2009-05-14T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:02:45.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold Water.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHvUmt-r8JPo_H1Sd8DcGxxiO5TDKP84VZ2gwaHaIZ_p4Zij7AsrRIPLTna5lBLm4TYd2g8CFd4gOW0PhmGtJN4U-nw1qAqRdmZNq13zHaXFaTTZVvduclvUpyPCB_LebOyYZAjFb4DnPs/s1600-h/shea+and+worth+f%27hope+november+08+056.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335864357028231026&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHvUmt-r8JPo_H1Sd8DcGxxiO5TDKP84VZ2gwaHaIZ_p4Zij7AsrRIPLTna5lBLm4TYd2g8CFd4gOW0PhmGtJN4U-nw1qAqRdmZNq13zHaXFaTTZVvduclvUpyPCB_LebOyYZAjFb4DnPs/s320/shea+and+worth+f%27hope+november+08+056.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a favorite of mine, and I can&#39;t remember who I gave it to... for what.  I suppose I painted over this piece 1000 times and it was on my blue kick but I wanted to use some red in it as well... I have this great view of some yellow flowers sitting in water from about 5 years ago... and I thought it would be perfect to make them blue... and the water gold.  It&#39;s a smaller piece but I loved looking at it in the morning when I woke up... just as the sun was hitting it.    &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5461199309619492061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/5461199309619492061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/5461199309619492061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/5461199309619492061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2009/05/gold-water.html' title='Gold Water.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHvUmt-r8JPo_H1Sd8DcGxxiO5TDKP84VZ2gwaHaIZ_p4Zij7AsrRIPLTna5lBLm4TYd2g8CFd4gOW0PhmGtJN4U-nw1qAqRdmZNq13zHaXFaTTZVvduclvUpyPCB_LebOyYZAjFb4DnPs/s72-c/shea+and+worth+f%27hope+november+08+056.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-6958164727606143762</id><published>2009-05-14T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:54:39.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKF96USc7HjwRv9MtkixeSoNJZ7jBxguxw_wAFkNxFtRCXTjdNi_QMRTNRxFNb0qRI8CkxDdcykd6sM5miNSaf9OCNbiyOx3UEwrnxu-W38bAoMZuFx2T2V59WRUMG0uws5mMZYcqzlEov/s1600-h/clear+disk+08+194.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335861071928343618&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKF96USc7HjwRv9MtkixeSoNJZ7jBxguxw_wAFkNxFtRCXTjdNi_QMRTNRxFNb0qRI8CkxDdcykd6sM5miNSaf9OCNbiyOx3UEwrnxu-W38bAoMZuFx2T2V59WRUMG0uws5mMZYcqzlEov/s320/clear+disk+08+194.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got on a blue kick for a while. Perhaps I was blue, who knows.  It paid off though.  This piece went in the Starbucks show... which was fun and more hype than anything.  I only wish we had a Starbucks to do it in again! Guess we&#39;ll have to take it over to the new Coffee Merchant.  While I was mingling like chatty cathy at this show... Brock and Debbie Hattox decided they wanted this piece, I thought Debbie was pulling me to the back of the room to talk because it was quiet back there.  But she wanted that piece.  I could not have been more thrilled.  Debbie has created a soft house that is extreamly comfortable, classic and includes all of todays modern technology.  She asked me to even come over and hang it for them... I was floored!  In her main hallway.  I&#39;m glad they enjoy it and I love that they have a piece of my work. Great friends.  In the process of creating this piece there was a ton of gold paint, red, and green, but of course ... blue.  Paper and dyes with a bit of oil.  It reminds me of a wedding bouquet... love... perhaps. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6958164727606143762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/6958164727606143762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/6958164727606143762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/6958164727606143762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2009/05/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKF96USc7HjwRv9MtkixeSoNJZ7jBxguxw_wAFkNxFtRCXTjdNi_QMRTNRxFNb0qRI8CkxDdcykd6sM5miNSaf9OCNbiyOx3UEwrnxu-W38bAoMZuFx2T2V59WRUMG0uws5mMZYcqzlEov/s72-c/clear+disk+08+194.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-4410374630327902901</id><published>2009-05-14T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:42:59.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcrUI8Qe13oC7TTtq1onRJ2XXhgGJ7z-rjsrjfoefB40ilsRNkvr0mKX56Lmo5n1Tqa-Fb3C1s_3QXfeUTxGtfq90gXkp4okBWJRrZy__yR_quE6vRjyPcj8ZDackS1Zc_aFMH_MQChE-9/s1600-h/shea+and+worth+f%27hope+november+08+030.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335856681497032930&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcrUI8Qe13oC7TTtq1onRJ2XXhgGJ7z-rjsrjfoefB40ilsRNkvr0mKX56Lmo5n1Tqa-Fb3C1s_3QXfeUTxGtfq90gXkp4okBWJRrZy__yR_quE6vRjyPcj8ZDackS1Zc_aFMH_MQChE-9/s320/shea+and+worth+f%27hope+november+08+030.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Up close, this has tiny layers, and if you look in the photo you can kind of see the swirls on the right side in the background.  It was my floor cover... while I was working on some other pieces.  One night I needed something else to work on so I picked it up.  I wanted a blue flower... the color in this flower is fantastic.  It&#39;s almost the color of a sea or gulf near an untouched island.  It reminds me of a blue flower floating in water... so. There.  Glues, dyes and paper are the main source on this piece.  It&#39;s on a thin board and square.  It reminds me too, of peace, there is only one place, I find complete peace and that is in Jesus Christ... digging daily in His Word helps remind me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid&quot; (John 14: 27). &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4410374630327902901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/4410374630327902901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/4410374630327902901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/4410374630327902901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2009/05/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcrUI8Qe13oC7TTtq1onRJ2XXhgGJ7z-rjsrjfoefB40ilsRNkvr0mKX56Lmo5n1Tqa-Fb3C1s_3QXfeUTxGtfq90gXkp4okBWJRrZy__yR_quE6vRjyPcj8ZDackS1Zc_aFMH_MQChE-9/s72-c/shea+and+worth+f%27hope+november+08+030.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-5921221783346781358</id><published>2009-05-14T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:27:11.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwjNmL8fiJ2VDvxnb6kQ7IGTsMzGffwYZ6GUlyo3QObNp6Q5bXogI0hjsEj2CVA4vDWs14brwz_nnqtccM1K6bXVRX2_-OrQ_m3Soq0QqBL2N5ztSOki5yI_geyXDAhOp1Jm4nou-VvId7/s1600-h/shea+and+worth+f%27hope+november+08+062.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335853933645221554&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwjNmL8fiJ2VDvxnb6kQ7IGTsMzGffwYZ6GUlyo3QObNp6Q5bXogI0hjsEj2CVA4vDWs14brwz_nnqtccM1K6bXVRX2_-OrQ_m3Soq0QqBL2N5ztSOki5yI_geyXDAhOp1Jm4nou-VvId7/s320/shea+and+worth+f%27hope+november+08+062.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can&#39;t remember a day that I&#39;ve been to my parents house when there was not some sort of flower in bloom.  They say... you know... they whoever they are... that plant life, flowers in particular are extreamly good for the heart... the soul... when we are sad or troubled they can make us happy.  When we are good... they can make us even more happy! Wow.  Flowers are a good thing.  I suppose that is why I love trying to capture them.  ;) This one sits in my parents bedroom.  It&#39;s a fun piece, especially in person. There is quite a bit of texture to it and it&#39;s on canvas rather than on board.  Dye and paper were the main sourse of color.  It reminds me of just after a rainfall, when a flower has been covered up with water... and the sun busts through the trees... only to allow the petals to jump up again! Almost like they are singing!  Mom loves this one and it reminds me of her... she jumps for her family and sings for us daily!   &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="related" href="www.csheamayfield.webs.com" title="Singing Flowers"/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5921221783346781358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/5921221783346781358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/5921221783346781358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/5921221783346781358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2009/05/singing-flowers.html' title='Singing Flowers'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwjNmL8fiJ2VDvxnb6kQ7IGTsMzGffwYZ6GUlyo3QObNp6Q5bXogI0hjsEj2CVA4vDWs14brwz_nnqtccM1K6bXVRX2_-OrQ_m3Soq0QqBL2N5ztSOki5yI_geyXDAhOp1Jm4nou-VvId7/s72-c/shea+and+worth+f%27hope+november+08+062.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-2186578077826524761</id><published>2009-03-17T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:06:03.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Marsh One and Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4DdsR7lN6-aVaRi0DoR-aeNQZJj37Eb_i7vfb-idHqKVOwsMp2nKeP2CjmZK5ajzq9w7PpRHchBdw56ZSxSBAPVj8SEWx1F7_BjnvGk5nDQB4CGlEC2G0ljDCj7E2SPu6HTLQ-MNE-4DP/s1600-h/march+starbucks+artshow+020.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314403579457002098&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4DdsR7lN6-aVaRi0DoR-aeNQZJj37Eb_i7vfb-idHqKVOwsMp2nKeP2CjmZK5ajzq9w7PpRHchBdw56ZSxSBAPVj8SEWx1F7_BjnvGk5nDQB4CGlEC2G0ljDCj7E2SPu6HTLQ-MNE-4DP/s320/march+starbucks+artshow+020.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two of my favorites for numerous reasons.  These were in the March Starbucks Show in 2008.  They came together at the last minute after the frames were on them and I just let go... started having fun with them...  often my best work comes out when I do this.  These two remind me of a marsh... I&#39;ve never named them really.  The pictures don&#39;t do them justice do to the layering and the depth.  There is almost every media of paint on these canvas, but the final touches were dyes for color.  There is a technique I can&#39;t seem to grasp my hands around, of which I have conducted before... that provides amazing depth.  This perhaps comes close to it.  I may call these &quot;White Marsh One&quot; and &quot;White Marsh Two&quot;  2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi_P3-UgyHJuEGMHcPhqcFkfLXrsylYB4XltK8n13CRCt0NYW5Y21xVlwYyCj5Mjx8yN8H8ivOkQM_zstNbJ4K7FIEf60DjcfbBfrKAUUvOpUHhAXbhAw5Dfcy60vg3LcsWmg9gNpJvUDS/s1600-h/march+starbucks+artshow+021.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314403400196657170&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi_P3-UgyHJuEGMHcPhqcFkfLXrsylYB4XltK8n13CRCt0NYW5Y21xVlwYyCj5Mjx8yN8H8ivOkQM_zstNbJ4K7FIEf60DjcfbBfrKAUUvOpUHhAXbhAw5Dfcy60vg3LcsWmg9gNpJvUDS/s320/march+starbucks+artshow+021.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2186578077826524761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/2186578077826524761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/2186578077826524761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/2186578077826524761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2009/03/white-marsh-one-and-two.html' title='White Marsh One and Two'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4DdsR7lN6-aVaRi0DoR-aeNQZJj37Eb_i7vfb-idHqKVOwsMp2nKeP2CjmZK5ajzq9w7PpRHchBdw56ZSxSBAPVj8SEWx1F7_BjnvGk5nDQB4CGlEC2G0ljDCj7E2SPu6HTLQ-MNE-4DP/s72-c/march+starbucks+artshow+020.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-5333892697368800966</id><published>2009-03-17T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:55:58.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soft Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjunHkh89a4Pw73ti4fiAhsk9BaEiWEB-I_mP1SrbICSrzrmf5XAukghyZtixAfqtdX2E2yDYD-Wvc1Vj16-LLuz0f9ZrXbp5q69awZJjQAnnCQmEiqPro8gDpW-nuknP_8o2wyf3CUhQmC/s1600-h/winter+08+mwms+385.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314401195398616002&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjunHkh89a4Pw73ti4fiAhsk9BaEiWEB-I_mP1SrbICSrzrmf5XAukghyZtixAfqtdX2E2yDYD-Wvc1Vj16-LLuz0f9ZrXbp5q69awZJjQAnnCQmEiqPro8gDpW-nuknP_8o2wyf3CUhQmC/s320/winter+08+mwms+385.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly can&#39;t remember if this was the final on this piece.  A friend of mine needed a presant and asked if she could buy a piece of art.  I wanted to get this piece out because it was frustrating me... the dyes were bleeding just right... everything was working how I wanted it to... but I could not get a grip on my picture and where I wanted to take it.  The depth was not where I wanted in the end and yet the form was fine.  Mystically it looked like a flower floating in water.  It had a very romantic look to it, one that would resemble that of soft love.  So, I will call this... &quot;Soft Love&quot;  2009  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Often we think we love with all we have... and yet, just like I gave up on this piece, we give up and end up with ... soft love.  Love is Hard.  The ultimate lesson in life.  &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5333892697368800966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/5333892697368800966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/5333892697368800966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/5333892697368800966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2009/03/soft-love.html' title='Soft Love'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjunHkh89a4Pw73ti4fiAhsk9BaEiWEB-I_mP1SrbICSrzrmf5XAukghyZtixAfqtdX2E2yDYD-Wvc1Vj16-LLuz0f9ZrXbp5q69awZJjQAnnCQmEiqPro8gDpW-nuknP_8o2wyf3CUhQmC/s72-c/winter+08+mwms+385.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947947509298256056.post-7842600839227111538</id><published>2009-03-17T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:49:05.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wellspring of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMCLrLn8uad1a5n2xjYcDxOWcB3658lE0eXeoB0gWmHVufo0dCXDcQpa4l9ssiiJd8ZvIe2sGeXNYRq8kBdqm1HYd3sQSX9AJVURC-Q-18KnVCjRwbCQ5yilRpnWP44fuML29ebkejqdf/s1600-h/winter+08+mwms+389.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314398825034684754&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMCLrLn8uad1a5n2xjYcDxOWcB3658lE0eXeoB0gWmHVufo0dCXDcQpa4l9ssiiJd8ZvIe2sGeXNYRq8kBdqm1HYd3sQSX9AJVURC-Q-18KnVCjRwbCQ5yilRpnWP44fuML29ebkejqdf/s320/winter+08+mwms+389.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a few more touches to this one, I placed it in a gold frame and love it now.  Originally I did not like it due to the red.  Red is not really one of my favorite colors to work with but I have come across the opportunity to work with some great reds lately.  This piece consists of papers, dyes, plaster, flat paint, and a little glue.  Overall it took about a month to put together.  It stands at around three feet tall or so... maybe a little more.  It reminds me of a storm that has hit the first spring, and a flower with water soaked... not knowing what to do with such blessing!  Life... we are blessed!  I know I am... for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&quot;The Wellspring of Life&quot;  2009</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7842600839227111538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7947947509298256056/7842600839227111538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/7842600839227111538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947947509298256056/posts/default/7842600839227111538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmayfield.blogspot.com/2009/03/wellspring-of-life.html' title='The Wellspring of Life'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246421370790307541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMCLrLn8uad1a5n2xjYcDxOWcB3658lE0eXeoB0gWmHVufo0dCXDcQpa4l9ssiiJd8ZvIe2sGeXNYRq8kBdqm1HYd3sQSX9AJVURC-Q-18KnVCjRwbCQ5yilRpnWP44fuML29ebkejqdf/s72-c/winter+08+mwms+389.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>