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Timber Valley in Moonlight

Moon 1

Moon 1

It has been snowing in Timber Valley almost every night for a week.  It snows during the day and stops at night. Late in the evening the sky clears and a bright moon can be seen off the back deck of the cabin through dense Douglas fir trees.  The sight of the moon through those trees reminds me of why I choose to live here.  I went out on to the deck last night, barefoot in snow, at about midnight to look at the moon.  Even Cody had gone to bed and it was quiet and clear and the air smelled of fir.  I thought about a painting I once painted called “We Share the Moon”.  I did it when I was traveling almost all of the time and missed Timber Valley and Ron and all of our animals.  I had almost forgotten about that painting.  I thought about how the moon is feminine in Spanish…la luna.  Why feminine?  Is it because of the changing nature of the moon, the fullness of the moon?   I remembered the places I’ve lived before and how I saw the exact same moon then and now.

Moon from the deck

Moon 2

Cody likes the moon.  I know all wise scientists say that a dog never looks back over his shoulder but Cody does.  He does this when he looks up at the moon.  I can hear coyotes during all phases of the moon.  I notice it more during a full moon.  Wolves too sing to the moon.  My cats like a dark moon, the moon you can’t see.  It keeps them hidden from juicy night prey.  I read somewhere that a dark moon is a good time to light a candle and burn it until it goes out. That will rid your life of anything that needs to be gone.  Kind of like smudging a house with sage, it will purify.   I don’t know if it’s true.

I watched a documentary on the artist Ai Weiwei last night.  I’m fascinated with him.  He is a brave man and a stellar artist.  He puts himself in danger with each piece of art and each statement he posts on the internet.  He’s not just a flavor of the month as an artist.  His studio is in China, but he finds a way to let the entire world know about the way the Chinese Government lies to everyone.  They tell lies that are outright and lies of omission.  Take a look at his art.  Google him.  Give him a chance. By the way, he sees the same moon as we do.

We Share the Moon

We Share the Moon watercolor by Jerry Fenter

My shoulder is still injured.  I go in for my second cortisone shot tomorrow.  Hopefully that and one next month will keep me from surgery.  Since I can’t paint, I’ve been reading and watching lots of TV.  High point:  The Oscars.  Why? The clothes, the silliness of it and the fact I don’t think I’ve ever missed the awards as far back as I can remember.  I love movies.  They are real.  Low point:  The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.  Yep, I used to watch Beverly Hills 90210 in its heyday, too.  Why? The puffy lips, glass refrigerators, ugly tasteless art and clothing and my never-ending  search for how can they be so unhappy when they have so many shoes in their closet.  Hot shoes too.

Moon 3

Moon 3

I also watched a mini-series called Generation Kill.  It’s based on an article from Rolling Stone by Evan Wright called “The Killer Elite”.  I give it five stars.  Don’t forget to watch the extras on the DVD.  They are worth it.  Also it stars Alexander Skarsgard….always a feast for the eyes.

Now I’m off to read Sanctuary by William Faulkner.  I’m about halfway through.  It’s dark and disturbing.  This is a book that takes some focus to read.

“Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.” Mark Twain


“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; Show me the glint of light on broken glass.” Anton Checkov

What are your favorite movies?  Best dressed nominees?  Ideas and thoughts on the moon?  Make a comment!!

Good luck on Wednesday Jeremy.





Snow, Angst, Gateway Bowl and Happy Holidays


It’s getting so close to Christmas. We have snow here (in Timber Valley). It snows, then rains, then freezes and then continues to snow some more. Don’t get me wrong. I love snow but mainly when it stays constant and can be played in, plowed, sledded on and generally not squishy. Like the Eskimo people we in this valley have lots of names for snow. Corn snow, tiny snow, fat snow, wet snow, icy snow, Cody snow (right for sledding), snowball snow, heavy snow, twinkling snow and really slushy awful snow are just a few of many.  Right now it’s fall down snow and it’s hard to stay vertical. Cody is trying to talk me into a long walk (literally he talks and tries to form the word “walk” with his doggy mouth) as those of you who know him can visualize. But it’s too slick and wet for me to put on my five pound each Sorel boots, leash him up and go. I feel like writing, drinking coffee and reading my new Vanity Fair. When I sit inside too long with a touch of cabin fever I can sometimes start feeling sorry for myself. I can get into a real funk. I’ve even thought about getting those weird light glasses that the Swedish wear to shine sunny beams into my eyes to fight my Nordic Depression.

 While  deep in a bout of this consuming angst, Ron and I attended a special event Saturday night that made me very happy. I came home with a renewed outlook on my life. I spent the evening with a group of people who have helped make my life important and exciting and totally worthwhile. I finally realized how lucky I am.  I’m one of those fortunate people who have friends that have been there for me for as long as I can remember. Saturday I spent the evening with my neighborhood friends from sixth grade through high school. Wow! We all lit up when we saw each other. The party was given by an exceptional and talented person, the  famous DJ from the 70’s and 80’s, Dave Christensen. The evening’s discussions included Gateway Bowling Championships, Rocky Butte, the Parkrose Bronchos, Wygant School, Red’s Riding Academy,The “Old” Junior High, The Heights Junior High, Jolayne Dunn, the KISN Carol Tree, and just tons of random stories from hanging around the neighborhood in summer and icing the street for hockey in the winter. We were all so happy to see each other and really catch up. All of us have found love and happiness in our own ways. We’re OK.

 I came home feeling good about everything in general and so lucky to have kept so many of my friends for so long. I want all of them to know how important they are to me. I’m lucky enough to have kept friends from every passing stage of my life. Thinking about them makes it impossible to be sad. Merry Christmas to all of you.  You know who you are.

 The November class at The Dalles Art Center was (as we said in the 60’s) a blast! We worked hard on figure drawing and painting but still found the time to have a wild runway show with each student being their own fashion model. A picture is worth a thousand words.

 The next class will be the third weekend in January and I’ll post it on the blog.

 Also, start getting your sign up sheets back to me for MEXICO!If you need questions answered or just want more info just give me a call at 509-365-5119. As soon as I have the final list of students I’ll send out a supply list, help you find airplane reservations and soothe all of those worries you might have.  If you know anyone else who would like to have this exquisite tropical experience please pass on the information. After teaching this class for so many years Ican hardly wait.

October Surprises

First Snow October 13, 2009

It’s October thirteenth and I was going to start my post talking all about the beach. When I looked outside my topic changed to “The First Snow”. Yep. It’s snowing in Timber Valley. This year it’s really early. Usually we don’t get a first snow until October thirty first (a Halloween snow). Until the no free range laws were enforced in our area the cows (owned by the people who lived in our cabin before us) would actually come down our driveway and come home to OUR barn every year on the day before Halloween. Hence one of my favorite paintings that still hangs in our dining room is titled “When the Cows Come Home”. I don’t think this snow will get too deep. At least I hope not because we’re trying to get the roof on our new pump house finished.

View from beach house

The beach last week was a wonderful time. Julie (a great and talented friend) invited me to spend a week with her at her beach house at Cannon Beach on the Oregon Coast. The weather was beautiful (one of the great secrets of fall at the beach) so we got lots of walks outside and also walked down to shop in the tiny town of Cannon Beach. Chica, one of Julie’s tiny dogs, got lots of beach time with me walking along the shore and looking at the thousands of pelicans who must have been resting on the beach all at once right in front of our house. I have never seen so many pelicans in Oregon. I’ve watched them for hours in Mexico but never counted so many at one time. There must have been some great exotic delicacy for them to eat hidden in the water or the sand. During the week, Julie and I both worked on our own art. She is making one of the most beautiful quilts I’ve ever seen. It’s a really difficult pattern and is turning out to be breathtaking. I’m working on my “Dark Side” show for the Attic Gallery in December. So we painted, quilted, ate, drank wine and lemon drops, read and rested. Also, many of you know how I love Funland over at Seaside…about seven miles from Cannon Beach. So, one lazy afternoon I drove down (by myself…wild horses couldn’t drag Julie with me) to see the carnival like games, pin-ball machines, dance machines, neon horse races, bumper cars and midway atmosphere that this dark side girl loves so much.ride the scooter I took lots of pictures and got lots of inspiration from my trip. What did I purchase? Two hula hoops, one for me and one for my friend Sara, and two tattoos to be used in a painting. I came home excited and satisfied. We ended the week with a lazy dinner at The Bistro in town. We relaxed, ate and enjoyed the wonderful atmosphere of the place. What a great time. Thanks, Julie.

Halloween is coming. Halloween has always been my favorite holiday because I can stretch my birthday (October twenty-fourth) into a Halloween celebration and then can celebrate All Saints Day and Day of the Dead which makes for a long long birthday party for me! I’ve never gotten a birthday cake that wasn’t orange and black with witches and spiders and skeletons on it. My glowing pumpkin lights are already up around the window and my light up metal pumpkin will soon be placed on my front porch. Tavish, my six year old grandson, has already carved his pumpkin along with his mom and dad. Oops, no he didn’t carve up his mom and dad but they all carved pumpkins together. I’m sharing the pictures with you. The spiky one was created by Tavish and he says it’s the scariest. I’m a little scared of the one with the pipe myself (Ellen’s work). 3 Amigos Tavish has been getting little frightening surprises from me in the mail for a few weeks. He has two scary tarantulas coming in his mail very soon. Beware! I could go on.

The pump-house is almost done. Ron has been working in all of his spare time on it. We are canceling our Holiday Sale that we usually have at our daughter’s house in Portland. The combination of the economy and the pump-house have convinced us to skip a year. You will be getting a holiday card from us, however, so look for it in your mail or your e-mail.

There are still a few spots left for Mexico so sign up now!

The Dark Side Show opens in December at the Attic Gallery in Portland.

Don’t forget that I have a watercolor workshop on Saturday and Sunday at The Dalles Art Center. We are making the most excellent Christmas cards we can come up with! Call the Art Center to sign up.

Two movies I recommend this week…The Strange Case of Benjamin Button starring Brad Pitt (I cried) and The Bad Seed a 1950’s black and white movie introducing Patty McCormack as…what else (?) the bad seed. (I laughed). Remember “Ya never knows what’s comin’ for ya.” (Although that’s a quote from the Pitt movie it works for both of them.) More soon. Keep creating.

Pretty things at funland