Blueberries and Fish-Bird-Horny Toads
Blueberry picking is one of those things that is part of summer fun. My next door neighbor has a blueberry farm and I was generously offered the opportunity to pick any time I wished. Blueberries have to be one of the best fruits to pick–no thorns, usually well within reach, and nearly always clean and ready to sample. My friend and I were armed with a map–not to scale–and we tried hard not to chatter away as we have in previous years where we drove right by the farm and landed up on the freeway. These bushes were much shorter than the previous year’s farm but there was no dog poo. Big black clouds were rolling in and we stopped when we had filled two buckets each and were dripping sweat.
Our next stop was the Goodwill store in Lumberton, we didn’t find anything there we couldn’t live without and so we decided to try our luck at the Treasure House. There were several pieced vintage quilt tops that were tempting but priced too high–in our opinion; We left with some refrigerator racks for some ice dying.
Lunch time was at LePeep in the Edison Plaza–a very pleasant place to lunch and not very crowded.
Then to the Art Museum. Two exhibits were on display, one by Sandra Chandler who was quite prolific in drawings, paintings, and collections–but very bizarre perspective–not enough to be purposeful–and now that I think of it–she must be wearing bifocals as the feet of her subjects were all tiny; and most of her work seemed to be from photographs as it all had a very flat look with odd relationships.
Then there was David Everett. His pieces were a great deal of fun–reminiscent of totem poles with multiple creatures piled on top of each other but in realistic poses. The heads were all carved separately allowing for different poses of the heads. His colored pencil drawings of creatures were soft and covered with thin strokes of color–with the impression of Seurat’s work.
Next up was home as my back had enough walking, bending, and stooping for the day–and then I had those blueberries to process.
A good day.
Sylvia Weir Art 
Hi Sylvia! What a nice post to read this evening … I can almost taste the blueberries. (But I’m still looking for the title reference to horny toads! Only us Texans call them that, I suppose. ;^)
David Everett’s work includes colored pencil drawings and carved critters including horny toads. I would have taken a photo but that is verboten.