Sandy's Digital Art Blog

Rose Photo Painting

2011-05-11T08:00:00.000-07:00

Abstract Sepia Rose

2011-05-10T08:00:00.000-07:00

Black and White Rose

2011-05-09T08:00:00.000-07:00

Happy Mother's Day

2011-05-08T08:00:00.000-07:00

Mother's Day Roses

2011-05-07T08:00:00.000-07:00

Sepia Rose for Mother's Day

2011-05-06T08:00:00.000-07:00

Apricot Rose Photo Painting for Mother's Day

2011-05-05T08:00:00.000-07:00

Abstract Rose--Mother's Day

2011-05-04T08:00:00.000-07:00

In honor of Mother's Day, here's a rose for all the Moms out there.

Ammo Poster Design

2011-05-03T12:24:00.000-07:00

This is a poster I designed for my husband. Yes--its guns and ammo--it not really me in the way of subject matter. However, I really like the design.

I modeling the design after a poster for psd tuts

My Favorite Lamb Photos-Bah Bah Black Shep

2011-04-09T14:35:00.000-07:00

My Favorite Lamb Photos-I Love my Mom

2011-04-08T14:32:00.000-07:00

Even in the sheep world--Moms are the greatest thing. Lambs and Mom's don't get very far away from each other. If you separate them even for a few minutes --there's a lot of loud complaining by Mom and baby.

My Favorite Lamb Photos--Funny Face.

2011-04-07T14:27:00.000-07:00

This lamb is only a couple of days old in this photo. He turned out to be beautiful after a few days--but this is a face only a Mom could love.

My Favorite Lamb Photos--No. 2

2011-04-06T14:23:00.000-07:00

At our house, my husband says that lambing season is "the happiest part of the year." These little guys are so soft, warm, and fuzzy--if you can catch them. Baby Doll Sheep always look like they are smiling at you.

My favorite Lamb Photos

2011-04-05T14:23:00.000-07:00

It's spring and that means lambs! My husband and I have a farm and raise Babydoll sheep. Just wanted to share a few of my favorites over the years.

The first photo is of Shelley--a ewe. She was definitely one of the cutest.

Think spring--Images of Spring

2011-03-29T13:04:00.000-07:00

Spring! Blue skies. Renewed energy. Green. Bright colors. Baby birds. Baby lambs. Easter. Frogs croaking. Carpenter bees. Daffodils. Azaleas

Think Spring - Ode to Spring

2011-03-28T12:50:00.000-07:00

Ode to Spring by Anna Laetitia Barbauld:

SWEET daughter of a rough and stormy fire,
Hoar Winter's blooming child ; delightful Spring !
Whose unshorn locks with leaves
And swelling buds are crowned ;

From the green islands of eternal youth,
(Crown'd with fresh blooms, and ever springing shade,)
Turn, hither turn thy step,
O thou, whose powerful voice

More sweet than softest touch of Doric reed,
Or Lydian flute, can sooth the madding winds,
And thro' the stormy deep
Breathe thy own tender calm.

Thee, best belov'd ! the virgin train await
With songs and festal rites, and joy to rove
Thy blooming wilds among,
And vales and dewy lawns,

With untir'd feet ; and cull thy earliest sweets
To weave fresh garlands for the glowing brow
Of him, the favour'd youth
That prompts their whisper'd sigh.

Unlock thy copious stores ; those tender showers
That drop their sweetness on the infant buds,
And silent dews that swell
The milky ear's green stem.

And feed the slowering osier's early shoots ;
And call those winds which thro' the whispering boughs
With warm and pleasant breath
Salute the blowing flowers.

Now let me sit beneath the whitening thorn,
And mark thy spreading tints steal o'er the dale ;
And watch with patient eye
Thy fair unfolding charms.

O nymph approach ! while yet the temperate sun
With bashful forehead, thro' the cool moist air
Throws his young maiden beams,
And with chaste kisses woes

The earth's fair bosom ; while the streaming veil
Of lucid clouds with kind and frequent shade
Protect thy modest blooms
From his severer blaze.

Sweet is thy reign, but short ; The red dog-star
Shall scorch thy tresses, and the mower's scythe
Thy greens, thy flow'rets all,
Remorseless shall destroy.

Reluctant shall I bid thee then farewel ;
For O, not all the Autumn's lap contains,
Nor Summer's ruddiest fruits,
Can aught for thee atone

Fair Spring ! whose simplest promise more delights
Than all their largest wealth, and thro' the heart
Each joy and new-born hope
With softest influence breathes.

Think spring--buds and blooms

2011-03-25T12:44:00.000-07:00

Bulbs peeking through the soil to reach for the sun. New leaves on trees that will soon provide shade from the hot sun. New beginnings and the opportunity for a fresh start.

Think Spring--Colors of Springs

2011-03-24T12:38:00.000-07:00

Pastel Colors. Pink to stimulate energy. Yellow shines with optimism, enlightenment, and happiness. White for purity and cleanliness, Refreshing green for renewal. Purple to encourage creativity.

Think Spring, blooming duo

2011-03-23T12:25:00.000-07:00

Spring--love is in the air. Birds singing. Putting away winter coats and sweaters.

Think spring

2011-03-22T17:05:00.000-07:00

It's officially spring. New beginnings--everything in bloom. Warm days--cool nights. Beauty everywhere.

The Woods on a Snowy Evening

2011-01-20T17:27:00.000-08:00

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Snow in January

2011-01-18T17:23:00.000-08:00

Snow is falling
A beautiful sight
Snow is falling
It plays with the light
Snow is falling
It plays it's game
Snow is falling
It makes all that's different look the same
Snow is falling
It's source is storm
Snow is falling
It makes all conform
Snow is falling
It blinds all who see
Snow is falling
It hides you from me
Snow is falling
From a sky of lead
Snow is falling
Never mind...we're dead

Jay M. McCabe

Winter Wonderland

2011-01-12T17:23:00.000-08:00

Heavy Snowfall in A Year Gone Past

by Laura Jensen

Heavy snowfall in a year gone past

hammered the sudden edge

of the house foundations

to a rounder world

a whiter light after the end of day.

My favorite coat, lush sable

in color, a petty fake

that warmed me to the ears

hangs after the seasons

a beaten animal grinning buttons.

It became quite real to me

and now is matted on a hook.

How far away what mattered

has flourished without me,

along the tasty road in the wood:

clark, clark, the hidden birds call

or do wrong, do wrong, someone

do wrong, snapping apples

from out in the woodside, telling

their fathers names, pie cannonrude

barkwithfist brendanbe with cherries.

It is a vast field

where snow will fall again.

Is the vast field ownership

or a presence of mind?

Angel Breath

2010-12-26T08:11:00.000-08:00

I wear a coat of angels’ breath and warm myself with His love.

Angel Speak

2010-12-25T18:12:00.000-08:00

While we are sleeping, angels have conversations with our souls.