Nothing Lives for Itself – Pantheism | Nothing Sacred before Cold Blooded Cash | Indigenous Murder in Amazon for Lumber | Plutocracy Bleeds – Corpocrisy Feeds

And just like that, going from here to there and in between, I was captivated with colors and textures and took 107 photos today. Here are most, except for three that I retouched, wysiwyg.

I was simply going to post the 106 pics whose subject matter grabbed my attention today, and then it morphed, into the topics that stabbed my attention.

nov 7, autumn leaves, photo album beauty, natural world

nov 7 autumn leaves photo album
beauty of the natural world

Pantheism, nothing in nature lives for itself, systemic interdependence, harmony

Pantheism
nothing in nature lives for itself
systemic interdependence and harmony

 

Horrible events are occurring among Amazon Indigenous people who have been repeatedly attacked, killed, mostly by loggers who want to get to their trees. I’m sure the convoluted story includes international corporate and banker criminals of the USA as well. There was also a recent news story in the BBC about lumber thugs killing a man in Romania, who wished to protect the only virgin forests left in Europe. Perhaps there should be an international team who can get information from the sources of people who wish to protect the forests and act as liaisons. They should have within their tools a bunch of drones, that can quickly and accurately see what’s going on, and a team of scientists and data analysts who can help to interpret the data. A body of teachers and negotiators who can work with local and national governments and more specifically, talk to the culprits in the industries that have been doing the attacking, and figure out a way for them to be subsidized and brought into training in various different renewable industries.

There are plenty of people with skills and needs, and plenty of changes that need to be made in the world. These people are acting out of desperation. I presume that if the lumber or whatever trade these people have (lumber, palm oil, plastic, coal, oil, gas, chemical industries) if they were provided with alternative work, other options and subsidized as they are educated and trained in new skills towards renewable, regenerative agriculture, planting trees, being guardians of the forest, clean energy, building animal bridges, windmills, solar, growing hemp, bamboo, fungi for growing building material as well as cleaning up toxic waste, that they would choose to do it. If there were educational outreach systems and options for training in any one of a dozen of relevant new trades that can help to safeguard the planet and the habitats of other creatures, they would do it.

I’m sure that all of the weapons, ships and aircraft and warcraft of the world could be melted into some pretty functional items, other than to kill people. Okay, I’ll stop now.

 

A young Brazilian indigenous leader was killed days ago in the Amazon, and according to Democracy Now, 135 indigenous people were killed in just 2018.

He wanted only to be a guardian for all the life in the forest. Simply put down, he was in the way of cutting down trees.

Brazilian Indigenous Leader Killed in Amazon he wished to be a guardian for all life, murdered by lumber, thieves

Brazilian Indigenous Leader Killed in Amazon
he wished to be a guardian for all life
murdered by lumber thieves

 

 

This story doesn’t seem to go away. People with greed or desperation, only see through the filter of their desire to make gains.

They’ve lost their soul. The Brazilian leader along with the US and dozens of right wing plutocrats around the globe, prefer to turn a blind eye, and cold heart.

 

 

Sacred Giving, Sacred Receiving by Joseph Bruchac June 20, 2016 The American Indian Giveaway

 

 

Parabola, Search for Meaning Sacred Giving, Sacred Receiving, Joseph Bruchac, June 20, 2016

Parabola, Search for Meaning
Sacred Giving, Sacred Receiving, by Joseph Bruchac
June 20, 2016

 

There appears to be a spiritual malaise, whenever faith encounters the market place. This existed since the time of Jesus Christ, who was a huge threat to the Romans, because he wanted to empower people and expose the truths. The market place won.

“Wealth, among American Indian people, is not seen as the accumulation and keeping of money or goods or land. The strengthening of community is much more important in the American Indian practice, a gifting more akin to prayer than self-aggrandizement and acquisition. American Indian giveaway practices have often been viewed as a threat by government officials, both in the United States and Canada. Government policies in the nineteenth and much of the twentieth century were designed to suppress such activities.”

Indigenous people who are closest to nature and respect all life the most, just keep getting massacred, by what is propelled by the power of fascism driven by economics. The US governenment, in protecting their economic interests, continue to grab weapons first and contemplate their actions, never.

Shepard Fairey | Art to Power – Art to Empower | 100th Mural – Providence, RI

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shepard fairey art strips_

shepard fairey art strips

shepard fairey art strips_

The internationally renowned LA based street artist Shepard Fairey, returned to Providence, Rhode Island where he began his career attending RISD, Rhode Island School of Design, to create his 100th mural.

shepard fairey creating 100th mural pvd

shepard fairey creating 100th mural pvd Providence, ,Rhode Island

Anjel Newmann, AS220, Youth Director, art, education

Anjel Newmann AS220 Youth Director

Shepard Fairey 100th mural Providence RI, pbn

Shepard Fairey 100th mural Providence RI pbn

Dedicated to the arts, it features a local woman Anjel Newmann, Youth Director at AS220 a prominent arts establishment in Providence.

 

 

 

 

After speaking to a full house and spillover crowds to two separate places also with capacity seating receiving a direct feed from RISD auditorium, he worked on the mural for several days, prior to the opening of his show through the collaboration with AS220, to create a pop-up gallery. His show Facing the Giant features the evolution of his work – from the beginnings with André the Giant going viral, which morphed into an iconic image of the giant, and a continued elaboration on similar themes embedded in many of his works. The line to the art opening wrapped around the block, with the mural in lit up splendor in view from the glass walled gallery front. The show will remain at 233 Westminster street in downtown Providence, Rhode Island until November 16th.

Back in his beginnings, as Shepard was always an avid skateboarder, a skateboarding group adopted some early versions of his work, the iconic giant face in stark red, framed within a star. His line of clothing and designs have continued to be adopted by the skateboarding scene. Decades of his art have made stances to power; speaking out against war and standing up for justice.

Shepard Fairey, Manufacturing Dissent, theculturetrip

Shepard Fairey Manufacturing Dissent theculturetrip

Shepard Fairey Manufacturing Dissent, Renée Fabian’s clever play on words of  Noam Chomsky ‘Manufacturing Consent’ (1992) – an animated introduction to his concept on ‘How the Media Creates the Illusion of Democracy’.

Shepard dj’d old school punk for the duration of his art opening on Friday, October 25th, Spinning vinyl on turntables, with his laptop (plastered with stickers) functioning as a virtual mixer. He was animated throughout, singing and gesturing to the music. Signs urged people not to interrupt, declaring that he’d lost his voice…so as not to be distracted by the waves of people wanting a selfie with him.

Shepard Fairey dj’ng at his AS220 featured pop-up art gallery.

 

 

 

 

Providence Bike Jam | Critical Mass | Bikes R Traffic without Fumes | Providence WaterFire

I used to go on the critical mass bike rides each month among friends and many strangers when i lived in San Francisco.

I just happened to look at my calendar and saw that the Providence Critical Mass called PVD Bike Jam, was going to be that evening. Was fun, nice weather, 70 people, and unlike the bike ride that the mayor held when these cops on motorcycles were jamming along side of the bicyclists so fast, that they were dangerous, i guess in the name of ‘security’ for the mayor.  After several of us biked even further to the next town north to dance Salsa on a bridge, but it wasn’t happening. It was a fun detour with fun people.

The bike jam was fun. No need to pay much attention, just follow the lights and tunes.  Just a whirrrrrr of bikes, no fumes, no loud noises, oh, except for the sound systems on several bikes accompanying the ride.

Here’s a video just to show the one stopover.

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not a well shot video, but just showing that the bike jam stopped at a monument

providence bike jam, critical mass group bike ride

providence bike jam

In the meantime, I had noticed that my breaks were not working so well, the need to change them had been brought to my attention perhaps months ago in a bike shop. I decided to stop by this bike shop in the hood for a quote, $50. Went home, looked online for the hours of recycleabike where I purchased my GT that a mechanic put together, and they were open for another couple hours. I biked there, a bike mechanic who had stopped in to help some kids working on their own bikes, showed me what to do. I took off the breaks, put on the new break pads I purchased, Patrick helped me to adjust the break pads, explaining not to let them touch the rubber of the bike wheel. He kicked in oiling the break cable when I mentioned the previous idiosyncrasy of the back breaks, which he identified and solved. Left after cleaning my black oiled hands, paying $17.50 and learning something new, saving 30 dollars. DIY is fun.

After being gifted a bicycle in Montpellier which was stolen right around the time that it was malfunctioning so much that it was a burden, i googled a recycle a bike kinda place and disocovered Le Vieux Biclou. I went there figuring they might have some second hand bikes for sale, and found one, a Specialized with a seat jammed all the way down. One of the people present in the shop that day helped me by pounding out the seat. I then greased the pole, and voila, I had a very cool bike, frame just a bit smaller than I would have bought, but this size turned out to be PERFECT in this hilly town. I love, love love that Specialized, and love the bike shop. I mention it because it is similar to recycleabike, in that one can go in and get assistance and training on how to repair it yourself.

Le Vieux Biclou Montpellier France

Le Vieux Biclou Montpellier France

 

What make Providence cool is the WaterFire festival which takes place downtown on the water, with mostly world music played on speakers along the water for the duration of 6 hours, so that you’re encased in sounds throughout.

Providence, Rhode Island WaterFire

Providence WaterFire

 

Carol Keiter’s P o r t r a i t s – D r a w i n g s – P a i n t i n g s – P i c s

I just organized my Faber-Castell watercolor paintings that I’ve done over the last few years. This prompted me to update my  Collection and put it out in cyberspace.

I love doing portraits of people and animals which are penci,  charcoal and pastels.

 

art, creativity, Carol Keiter, portraits, drawings, paintings, sketches, pastels

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art, creativity, Carol Keiter, portraits, drawings, paintings, sketches, pastels

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art, creativity, Carol Keiter, portraits, drawings, paintings, sketches, pastels

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Carol Keiter contact card

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Blast at Block Island, Rhode Island | Intuitive Minute Choices > Introduce Magical Consequences

For those of you who are not native American English speakers, ‘blast’ is slang for a ‘killer’ time, which is slang for a really fun, great time. Bliss on Block Island. he he he

I decided at the last minute, the night before, after seeing the weather forecast and having investigated transport a week earlier. My sister Joan kept recommending Block Island. This was her gift. Afterwords, I asked her about how she knew about the place, and she said that back in the day when she lived in the East Village in Manhattan, she had done stand-up comedy not only in nYc, but also went a few times with other comedians to a club on Block Island to perform, and had rented a bicycle…

The night before I quickly perused on the internet suggestions of things to do, attractions on the island. I drew my map of things to do.

hand drawn map of attractions o, Block Island, Rhode Island

hand drawn map of attractions on Block Island, Rhode Island

marine map block island

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I was quite proud of myself to get up early enough to catch that 8:15 bus; up at 6, to bed at 3. Had a wonderful conversation on the way. I was the only person with a bicycle at that time of the morning.

Fabulous experiences, the animal petting zoo, wildlife reserve, the southern light house, the northern light house, the bluffs, and the enormous amount of bicycle and moped traffic 🙂 taking photos the whole time.

Block Island photo album bicycles and mopeds abound

Block Island photo album bicycles and mopeds abound

I had miraculous timing! I had drawn a map, quickly looked up and jotted down points of interest, was so proud of myself to actually plan and wake up (alarm had been set for pm) and take an 8:15am bus. Fab person (25 year postal worker going back from his night shift in PVD) and made it to the ferry at Point Judith with literally minutes to spare! (sat. morning traffic). then set off bicycling. asked what looked like a local, elderly gentleman where the petting farm is, he pointed it out. I then went to the south point lighthouse. At that time, I wasn’t sure if I’d try to do everything in one day or not. I managed to find a fab beach to swim, strokes, no life guards there, lots of people, little waves, then as soon as I finished swimming and body surfing, I left the beach in my bathing suit, got on the bike wet, with back pack and continued my exploration. found the wilderness sanctuary, the north point lighthouse where all the baby birds were!!!…..decided as I wandered around, that I’d stay the night, fuck it, I’ll ride around if I have to. I also was scoping out potential places tucked away to come back to late at night to lay down. I didn’t even have a towel, just some layers of clothes.

then I found myself at close to dusk in a town area and remembered someone telling me about the historical society, oh yeah, a woman in a wheel chair I had asked a question to. I saw the building, saw a tent and people in the lawn. had went into a store to purchase some food with my food stamps and a bottle of beer with my debit card. the store refused the EBT food stamps, the island doesn’t cater to this. I thought, fine, I’ll have a liquid dinner, pint of IPA beer I bought. the trickle of food had cost $18 which I didn’t buy. Then as I was about to cycle this other direction, I remembered the tent of the historical society and made a 180º turn, and as I approached, there was a very gregarious woman sitting with several other people on these large lawn chairs before the tent. She said to me, come over here, join us. She was calling out to other people that passed by as well. She was in her 50’s, 60’s elegant. I laid down my bicycle and sat down with her, another woman about the same age and an elderly man. They were all residents of the town. I sat down to join them and cracked open my bottle of IPA. I chatted, very meaningful conversation, this woman was very prescient, sort of psychic or extremely psychologically alert with attention to character. She was ebullient in welcoming me, said she was so glad i was there. I had my cooked oatmeal breakfast with me that i brought in a tightly sealed plastic container. (I ate that 24 hours later in a lawn, slightly tinged with the beginning of becoming spoiled after riding with it in a baking sun all day the first day. Figured oatmeal wouldn’t go bad like meat.

This soiree was a historical society Ferry boat fundraiser. She said, go help yourself to food, I had sashimi and sushi, cheese and crackers, chips and dip (the food i hadn’t managed to purchase 30 minutes earlier).

She asked where I was staying, I mentioned that I didn’t have a place yet. She welcomed me to stay on her boat. Dream! However, after one by one the others left, the gentleman (in his 80’s) wife came, they left. The other woman (also writing a book) her mother came, she left. I asked if she goes to bed early, and she retorted yes. It was about 8:30pm. I decided to risk it, and told her that it being my only night here, Saturday night, i think I’ll not join her, thanking her. Got her #.

I wandered around a corner where a bar had had a musician outside, now he left, and there was a flurry of people. I locked my bike to go inside, and the door guy said $5. I usually NEVER pay a cover. I never go out to eat. I go to the bars with no cover, dance instead of drinking. I smiled and walked away, then as I was about to unlock my bike, i thought, now wait, i have my sketch pad and pencils, eraser, sharpener with me. I went back and asked if i could do a portrait of him in exchange for the entrance fee. He said, with amusement, if you do a portrait, I’ll buy you your first drink as well. I wound up standing there, more and more people lining up to go in, a band starting inside, i was chatting with the people working there and getting close to the guy then moving back to let him check peoples’ id’s. I did it pretty quickly, and it really was looking like him, and he was completely an open, nice friendly guy who was very happy to have the portrait.

I finished it, full house at this point. He let me in. I stashed my pack. Came out several times to ‘get that drink’, and had to wait quite a while cuz there were so many people coming in. Then finally he asked the one guy working there to run to his car to get his money, and the guy then handed me a $10. (I had just enough cash to pay the $2 bus and $32 ferry, because i was cat/plant sitting for my friend and he had given me some cash up front). Then as I went inside to order my usual cheapest beer on the menu, as I was about to get it, a man standing next to me with his boyfriend, who joked to me that they were the only gay couple there, bought my beer, because he said he saw my portrait and liked my energy – i guess that i had the enthusiasm to even try this exchange and that i was happy.

The crowd was going wild, not students but people in their 20’s, 30’s, 40’s, 50’s, all going wild with the great band that had the place packed. The band were not only fantastic musicians, with almost each member singing and harmonizing, but their energy, positive messages, were fantastic. I danced, people were having a fabulous time. Then when it ended and I was leaving, i somehow met a man on the street and we exchanged a few words and he said to join them. I said how far, and the others were hopping in a car. I said, i have a bicycle, he said, i’ll walk with you. It was a boat! And when we got there, 2 other woman were on board, 2 other men, then another. And the guy Chris who i walked with started playing guitar. The other guy is the house musician who plays as a prof. guitar singer at a bar, 4 docked boats away. He played and sang with a fabulous octave range.

The 7 of us, sat singing loudly on the boat, the songs that Chris chose to play, were one’s which everyone knew the words to. It was a dream. Then i was invited to stay over. Declined a bed with another guy, but said yes to a single bed to myself in the captain’s room. Really quite amazing.

I bicycled and swam, and biked more and swam more the next day, cycling again to each side of the island, until taking the early ferry back, only because i was concerned that if i waited till later, there might not be a bus back to PVD, or more importantly, there might be bikes in front of me, and the rack accommodates only 2 bicycles! I went back to Providence thinking there would be Bastille Day celebrations, ready to celebrate, but there weren’t (the American way, to coordinate something on weekends, rather than the actual day of the anniversary, to accommodate the work/life balance rather than life/work. That’s okay, i met a couple with whom I talked about Berlin after asking them if they knew of any Bastille Day festivities in Providence. She answered, know, but we know people who are in Europe. Their son lives in Berlin, a writer, his French wife, a food stylist photographer. Ahhh, life’s synchronicities, and listening to one’s ‘gut’ intuition.

I curiously looked at Rob Brezny’s Freewillastrology horoscope. I looked at my moon in Scorpio sign and it was this. It couldn’t have been more accurate. Because I was making little decisions that ushered in dramatically unexpected experiences.

Rob Brezsny Free Will Astrology with humor and spiritual insights

Rob Brezsny Free Will Astrology with humor and spiritual insights

It was amazingly lovely weather and just quite magical synchronicity of timing. A turn, an intuition, minute decisions that made tremendous differences in my experience.

Fabulous, unrepeatable 48 hours!

Now I’m back in Providence, delighting in providing water and wild bird seed to the flurry of birds that come.

Baby black bird fed by mother on roof

Baby black bird fed by mother on roof

white blossoming Crabapple tree | Swan Point cemetery, Providence, Rhode Island, USA

I fortunately left just enough white area and took pictures of this Crabapple white blossoming tree on the first sitting. She had already lost her blossoms by my second sitting in the Swan Point cemetery on Memorial Day. I just completed it at home – I usually always sit before my subject live. – just completed it May 29, 2019.

 

Crabapple white blossoms photo progression google

 

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“I Am” documentary | What is Wrong with the World? What can we do about it?

After facing his own death, film producer Tom Shadyac suddenly had an instant sense of clarity and purpose. He went around the world with a film crew of four, to talk with significant minds, authors, journalists, academics, leaders, historians, religious leaders who had been extremely influential and inspirational in his own life, to ask two questions: What is Wrong with the World? What can we do about it?

He created this documentary film in three parts. This is it. Tom Shadyac director of I Am. Part one.

Asking whether there is a fundamental, endemic problem, that causes all the other problems?

I Am, director Tom Shadyac, Albert Einstein quote

I Am, Albert Einstein quote

I Am Part Two introduces HeartMath, the concept that the heart is smart and in many indigenous cultures, the heart is the center of consciousness, not the brain. It also ventures into quantum entanglement.

I Am, Desmond Tutu

Desmond Tutu God says I dont have anybody else except you

I Am Howard Zinn No evidence that war comes out of some innate human need

“I Am” Part Three introduces the fact that mass mind – many individual actions together – really does affect the fabric of reality. The evolutionary biologist, Elisabet Sahtouris, states
this is a participatory universe. Interconnectivity. Everything that we do in it, changes it. We have an interior role in co-creating with all the other species.

Everything on our planet is alive.
 

I Am Part Three Howard Zinn talks about how change happens in increments by individual actions together. Desmond Tutu states that change happens, when each person feels concern.

I Am quote Ralph Waldo Emerson, Money, False Principles

I Am quote Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Power of One person.

I Am video on Vimeo Dr David Suzuki

I Am, We should be grateful and celebrate our relatives

I Am We should be grateful and celebrate our relatives

Dr. David Suzuki, scientist, author “The Sacred Balance”, mentions Wade Davis’s term the ethnosphere: the sum total of all of the ways that humans beings have imagines the world into existence. Suzuki talks about the separation of humanity from the natural world, and the fact that the economy is the most important thing in our lives.

Among the people interviewed:

Lynne McTaggart – Author, “the Field” talks of the stories that fashion our worldview, in a competition, scarcity, in which a person needs to be significant, at someone else’s expense

Dean Radin – Senior Scientist, Institute of Noetic Sciences,

Howard Zinn – Historian, Author “A People’s History of the United States”

John Francis – Environmentalist, Author “Planetwalker”

Noam Chomsky- Professor Emeritus of Linguistics, MIT

Desmond Tutu – Archbishop, Cape Town, South Africa

Thom Hartmann – Author “Last Hours of Ancient Sunlight”
There’s a fundamental difference between machines and life, and we are running our society as if we are a machine and as if the world is a machine
Thom mentions Jack Davis Professor of Native American studies at UCA Davis, talks of the Native American term “Wetico” = cannibal – one who eats the life of another. It is considered an illness.

Daniel Quinn – Author, “Ishmael”

Ray Anderson – CEO Interface

Chris Jordan – Photographer

Coleman Barks – Poet, Author “The Essential Rumi”

Marc Ian Barasch – Author, “Field Notes on the Compassionate Life”

Dacher Keltner – Professor of Psychology, UC Berkeley

Rollin McCraty – Senior Researcher, Heartmath Institute

Elisabet Sahtouris – Evolutionary Biologist

Marilyn Schlitz – President, CEO Institute of Noetic Sciences

 

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Blue Flowers | Easter Sunday 2019 | Faber Castell Watercolor progression

Blue Flowers
Faber Castell Watercolor pencils

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Blue Flowers Faber Castell watercolor pencils Easter Sunday 2019

Blue Flowers
Faber Castell Watercolor pencils

Ranking Roger of the former band ‘The English Beat’ Thank you for your Style and Rhymes

this band was so political and right on target… the same story keeps repeating……

https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-news/ranking-roger-english-beat-general-public-dead-at-56-813818/

This song ‘Mirror in the Bathroom‘ by the English Beat have woven a history into my mind and heart and dance. A great band.

Ranking Roger Mirror in the Bathroom, The English Beat

Ranking Roger Mirror in the Bathroom
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The English Beat[/caption]The English Beat song Get a Job.

Please take the time to read these lyrics, and the irony that this band was so political and right on target… the same story keeps repeating……

There’s a training course
boys and girls of real ambition
start a new job in a factory
where they’re making ammunition
but it makes them think of stealing
when they read between the lines
through the owners of this funfair
you won’t find a ride you like
just get-a-job, get-a-job

manufacture rubbish
although no one can afford it
you could make a profit
more than anyone deserves
so you find you’re left with poison
so you dump it in our water
and so create the kind of problems
only radiation cures
through get-a-job, get-a-job
get-a-job, get-a-job

oh you young people are revolting
8 to 5 life should give the jolt needed
in a few years you won’t feel quite the same
you’ll be playing their get-a-job game
games games games games

there’s a training camp when
you come from saving nations
get a new job and a new leg
social rehabilitation
every time you thing of leaving
you get caught between the lines (lies)
it’s the training for the funfair
you get taken for a ride
you! get-a-job get-a-job
just get-a-job, get-a-job
just get-a-job, get-a-job

Faber-Castell Watercolor Eastern Hemlock vor Sugar Maple

These Eastern Hemlock leaves dangling before a Sugar Maple was done with Faber-Castell watercolor pencils in two sittings – sketching it out and adding water the first day, then adding some more texture and dimension today, September 30th, 2018 in Swan Point Cemetery in Providence, Rhode Island.

Eastern Hemlock, Sugar Maple, Autumn Arriving, Providence, RI, Swan Point Cemetery, September 39th, 2018

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Eastern Hemlock Art Progression, Faber Castell watercolor pencils, Swan Point Cemetery, Providence, RI, September 2018, Carol Keiter

the beginning of the Eastern Hemlock Art Progression

Eastern Hemlock Art Progression, Faber Castell watercolor pencils, Swan Point Cemetery, Providence, RI, September 2018, Carol Keiter

the beginning of the Eastern Hemlock Art Progression

Eastern Hemlock Art Progression, Faber Castell watercolor pencils, Swan Point Cemetery, Providence, RI, September 2018, Carol Keiter

progress of the Eastern Hemlock Art Progression

And the final signed photographs of the watercolor Eastern Hemlock Autumn Arriving

Autumn, colors, Faber-Castell watercolor pencils

Eastern Hemlock vor Sugar Maple Swan Point Cemetery

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