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mary’s tomatoes

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No recipes for these. Just pop into the mouth. Yum, yet again. πŸ™‚

black and white

Mushrooms from the local farmer’s market. In the end, they were chopped, sauteed in butter with red onions, and served up on toast. Yum.

Sitting in front of the kitchen window on the windowsill and perhaps being eyed by the fly are the red roses drying nicely orange beneath the summer sun.

fly

If it had been on the inside of the window then I probably would have felt inclined to reach for a swatter and not my camera. But this fellow was on the outside of the kitchen window just hanging out. A green bottle fly I think. I know, I know, flies have bad reputations but I really think this creature is beautiful. In this context. πŸ˜‰

 

a silent angelic voice

detail from a brass candlestick

roots

It may not look like much but I am rather happy with this pot of basil. It began as a handful of stalks after Steve and his cooking crew had picked a bag of basil clean in preparation for his pesto. There was just something about the branches that called to me that day. I thought the mass would make a great picture and I wanted to keep them upright so I placed them in a glass. And then, of course, I could not help but wonder what would happen if I actually placed water in the glass. I took some photos and then tucked the glass away. Then lo and behold, I peered into the glass one day and what did I see but roots! I let the roots grow and even added a tiny bit of fertilizer and then soil to the water. The roots grew long and strong and new leaves unfurled. Until finally I could plant this … everlasting plant … in a new pot of soil. It’s the little things … πŸ™‚

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an errant moth

It was hot yesterday. All the windows were open so I wasn’t too surprised to discover this moth flying about in the kitchen. It got stuck for awhile, unsure how to depart. It rested low on the wall and by leaning over a radiator and twisting a bit (and carefully) I was able to get this one shot. Not too long after, it arose from the shadows and made its way out into the night.

donald langosy in the studio

donald langosy in a studio from the early days

For the past six Thursdays it has been been my pleasure to share the words and images of painter Donald Langosy. In collaboration with his daughter, he produced a unique 14-page memoir visually chronicling his evolution as an artist. I was allowed to share that memoir on this blog interspersed with additional words and images by Langosy.

Last Thursday’s post – story of my art – shakespeare and the joy of being, revealed that Mr. Langosy was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in 2003. Has it affected how he expresses himself as an artist? Of course. But decrease in mobility and even fine motor skills has in no way decreased his creativity or even his productivity. As he has stated he does not allow MS into his studio, but he has welcomed visitors on occasion.

donald langosy in the studio present day

donald langosy still in the studio present day

I have been lucky enough to sit in his space and at his side and see his works-in-progress upon the easel, the canvases stacked against the wall, his sculptures tucked in high nooks, and what I especially love (and I tell him each time) the books, the books, the books, on so many different subjects, collected over the years! And no matter how crammed the space becomes with paintings and books and new technologies to enable him in his work, there is always space for the grandchildren.

grandchildren in the studio

grandchildren in the studio

Below are a few more images. Please enjoy this virtual peek inside the studio, present and past, of Donald Langosy.

Photos provided by Zoe Langosy.

View The Story of My Art: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6.

View four decades of Langosy’s work at http://www.donald.langosy.net/

See what’s current on Langosy’s Facebook page.

His contact: Zoe Langosy at zlangosy@me.com.

woodpecker

I heard it before I saw it. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump. Pause. Repeat.