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Old Hickory Art Center "Art Sale" - More Art

Old Hickory Art Center "Art Sale" - Part 2

There was art from floor to ceiling...

All kinds of art was there... porcelain painting...

wood carvings...

The "Art Sale" ran from 9am to 3pm on Saturday. Brian and I got there right at 9am and lots of people started showing up early too.

I loved lots of paintings but one of my favorite ones was this rooster. It was already sold.

I took tons of photos so I'll post more up today and this week. We had a great morning there... or at least I did.

I was inspired!

Old Hickory Art Center "Art Sale" - Part 1

The Art Center in Old Hickory had their annual "Art Sale" this Saturday. I dragged Brian with me... well, he went willingly, kinda.

I saw this place the first time on a show called "Tennessee Crossroads"... one of my favorite shows on NPT.

Here's beautiful stone carvings bird baths...


It's owned and run by Tom Taylor, an artist himself. This is some of Tom's paintings. Brian liked these. Great light and shade... Brian said they look like real photos.

This building was an old school house... love these old chairs.

Josie's First Bath

Still in the "Back Then" mode... when Josie was little,

she had a fascination with bathtubs and water.

After five minutes in the tub, she was done. Josie would hop out and big sister Katie always dried her off.

Yes, they were and are kooky cats.

The Kittens

I was going through some old papers and found a disc labeled "Kittens". These photos are of Gabby, Bedhead and Josie when they were little in 2003... I wrote about "Meet Josie" on June 1, 2009 and told the story of the three little kittens.

They were the sweetest little babies.

Gabby is the first kitten in the picture with milk mouth, Josie is in the midde and Bedhead is wake at the end. I love their full furry bellies.

Josie is with me in Nashville, Bedhead and Gabby are with Chris and Michele in Portland Oregon... but we are all still family.

Love and miss you guys very much!!

P.S. The kittens did grow into their ears.

"This is the treacherous month when autumn days
With summer's voice come bearing summer's gifts.
Beguiled, the pale down-trodden aster lifts
Her head and blooms again. The soft, warm haze
Makes moist once more the sere and dusty ways,
And, creeping through where dead leaves lie in drifts,
The violet returns. Snow noiseless sifts
Ere night, an icy shroud, which morning's rays
Wildly shine upon and slowly melt,
Too late to bid the violet live again.
The treachery, at last, too late, is plain;
Bare are the places where the sweet flowers dwelt.
What joy sufficient hath November felt?
What profit from the violet's day of pain?"
- Helen Hunt Jackson, Autumn Sonnet