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India can show you its best and worst sides in the same breath. From stunning scenery to smelly streets, it's not difficult to form a love/hate relationship with this amazing country. And things can be even more challenging and rewarding for solo female travelers. If you're planning to visit, Jo Fitzsimons provides a Girl's Guide to India.
Franco Accornero is one of the name of romance cover artists, with Daeni or Duilio. So many covers and stepbacks that is almost impossible to list. Unfortunately, he has not an official website, but I recently bought his Postcard Book with wonderful covers in postcard format. Caught in…
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How does light enter a house? If the windows are open. How does light enter a human? If the door of love is open. Paulo Coelho
I have in my possession a series of Ladies' Alpine Club Yearbooks. They really are thrilling as they show the development of the club at a time when women were really taking themselves off to the hills, ditching their skirts to wear breeches, and leading groups of men and women on difficult climbs all over the world. Along with articles written by members, there are other sections of interest. My favourite bits are the minutes of their meetings, information on the Club Room and Club Badge, details of climbs and expeditions completed by members and the full list of members with their addresses in each journal. I picked up the 1925 yearbook ready to extract a good bit and stumbled across this in the Climbs and Expeditions, 1924 section: Miss HILDA HECHLE - Scrambles for painting purposes at Pointe d'Orny,Aiguille du Tour, Catogne, Fenetre d'Arpette and Cabane de Bertol. Now, I failed to mention previously that the Ladies' Alpine Club yearbooks also contain a section called The Picture Exhibition. Every year they would create an art exhibition of their lovely paintings. I decided to check to see if our 'Miss Hechle' scrambled, painted and then exhibited, and sure enough she did. Her scrambles seemed to pay off as she submitted 3 paintings that year. The shadows she painted on the snow were said to be 'very luminous'. It seems the Ladies' Alpine Club art exhibitions were rather fashionable as in the 1926 journal, an extract from The Times is reprinted. Miss Hilda Hechle is referred to as taking the lead in the exhibition. She is accused of 'stylising' her drawings a bit, but it also comments that "there is every evidence that Miss Helche is constantly "feeding" her decorative ability by direct - and enterprising - contact with the subjects". After a year not scrambling, she then went sketching in Switzerland. It appears she had to abandon a climb because she hurt her knee. The climb was not wasted as she decided to sketch for some hours instead. The next art exhibition is again reported in The Times and Hilda's paintings of Wales and The Alps are again seen as 'decorative' and her manner of painting the people of the mountains is felt to be like Hans Anderson. In the 1929 exhibition Hilda only exhibited one painting, The Ortler, and it is reported that people were disappointed she had not included more pictures. She had, however, gained three initials after her name: R.B.A because she was now a member of the Royal Society of British Artists. She entered one painting for the exhibition in 1930, but her name is not in the list of members. In the following year she did not enter anything, and The Ladies' Alpine Club clearly felt there was something missing that year. She seems to have faded away after that. So, who was Hilda Hechle? Hilda Hechle (1902 - 1939) Studio: 11 Alexandra Road, St John's Wood, NW8 Home: 12 Greville Road, St John's Wood, NW6
Just as the water reflects the stars and the moon The body reflects the mind and soul. Rumi Pic Seasalt Photography
How we homeschool: baby years, toddler years, educational philosophies explored include classical, Montessori, Charlotte Mason, and Waldorf.
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Buy local they say! Below are some of my favorites, and some that are featured in my own home. Most of the artists are from below the Mason-Dixon, but the lone ranger who is not still has a certain southern-romantic flair to her artwork. We won't tell you who she is, but we'll say a quick, "well, bless her heart" instead. Clair Elsaesser of Tastes Orangey has a home on many walls in my home. The Old Try with it's edgy and creative flair. This Oxford artist, Bradley Gordon, has his art displayed in Billy Reid. Lulie Wallace updates you when she has prints available, but also features originals.
“There is no limit to the love our souls can hold. A Douglas Williams”
How can something seem so right, and yet so wrong, at the same time? Easy. When the person who speaks is different than the one listening, which is usually the case, and there’s a translation problem. Consider the term “Refactor mercilessly”. I don’t recall when I first heard it, but it definitely caught my ear
By Alice B. Yeager and James O. Yeager Issue #115 • January/February, 2009 I was a girl of 8 when the stock market crashed in 1929. It was the Great Depression, and unless you were living during the Depression years, you can’t really understand how tough they were. Our parents knew, however, as they went […]
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Our planet, Earth, has a thousands and thousands places that are beautiful, marvelous and breathtaking. Some of them look so unreal, that will confuse
When Max Ginsburg entered the art world in the 1960's, he was working in direct opposition to the period's minimalism and rejection of representational art. Ginsburg's fine art reflected and represented his immediate environment: cart vendors, subway riders, street basketball and generally the…
Avec le temps... Avec le temps, va, tout s'en va. On oublie le visage et l'on oublie la voix, le coeur, quand ça bat plus, c'est pas la peine d'aller chercher plus loin, faut laisser faire et c'est très bien. Avec le temps... (...) Avec le temps, va, tout s'en va, et l'on se sent blanchi comme un cheval fourbu et l'on se sent glacé dans un lit de hasard et l'on se sent tout seul peut-être mais peinard et l'on se sent floué par les années perdues. Alors vraiment, Avec le temps on n'aime plus.
