I can’t wait for the house to be filled with sparkly things!!
I’m going to lecture about this once, and then never talk about it again.
It’s really frustrating when someone steals one of my images as their own. I have seen people pretend they made one of my mandalas, credit me with @flora.forager at the very end of a bunch of hashtags, put a credit to me in the second comment so it will get lost in the rest of the comments…
People! Art is a GIFT to the world. A regram is always welcome, as long as you state clearly where it came from. When someone takes without giving, especially while I have made exactly 14 dollars with Flora Forager, it makes me want to quit.
I feel like it needs to be said because I remember when I first started blogging and would find images on google and not source them…eeek! It’s so easy in a world of instant cyber images and information to forget or not notice where the source came from.
I just wanted to let you know that it cuts me every time it happens. Or at the very least is extremely annoying. If you happen to see one of my images somewhere do me a favor and tell them where it came from.
Thank you to the ones who have come along side me as equals in sharing the beauty of nature/creation. Especially Suzanne Hall from The Chalkboard Mag!
Thanksgiving is decidedly late this year. I am SO ready for Christmas. Last night we were driving and Harry was getting starry eyed by the few houses covered in lights. I can’t wait to stroll down Candy Cane Lane and shop at in the Village sugared with twinkles and trees!
But first, Thanksgiving. This season I have much to be thankful for. A new collaboration with the New York Botanical Garden shop for my Flora Forager art, healthy children (Oliver no longer has to wear his brace and can go into the rest of his life entirely clubfoot free!), my sister Jamie is home safe from her world travels, and My dear friend Joey’s book is soon to be pitched to publishers, something I’ve been praying and hoping for since I first read it two years ago! I am so filled with awe and love at the plans God has all along when in the thick of it all I have been known to be very persnickety and impatient with Him.
This week I want to try especially hard to focus on relaxing with family. I’ve been racing in my head and fluttering all over the place and I am longing for the slow paced days that allow room for walking in nature and stopping to discover the rare scent of a wild rose.
Right now I’m going to make gingerbread pancakes even though we’ve already all had breakfast. And I’m going to do it while listening to The Nutcracker!
When my photog cousin Jeremy saw my Flora Forager art he told me I ought to check out Karl Blossfeldt. I took one look and there started a new love affair of the grandest proportions. At first I thought these photographs were just new black and whites. But no! Karl Blossfeldt made his own camera with a lens that could magnify the little details in flora before color photography and macro lenses existed. During a time of botanical prints, Blossfeldt gave a new, rare perspective on plants. He was published in many scientific journals of the time. I love the way he sets his fronds and puffs down on the table in artistic whorls and forces you to look in awe at the symmetry and form of nature.
This meadow turned into the favorite of many, but I know (and now you do too) that I was really just mooching off the Edwardian success of dapper young naturalist. (You can find more of my work on Instagram. My usual @Bridgetbeth or @flora.forager)
I mention Karl Blossfeldt in an interview I did for the New York Botanical Garden shop. You can view it here: http://nybgshopblog.org/2014/11/14/interview-flora-forager
I realized after the fact that I had my setting on locked when I reminded everyone about my art sale this past weekend. I cried! But it was still a lovely event, and I got to meet lots of fascinating people and sold a few of my goodies. Thank you to my dear and new friends who came!
My Etsy shop is still open if you want to buy a Christmas gift, and I still have time to do a couple wedding bouquet commissions if you want to surprise someone with a cherished keepsake! My info and shop are in the column to the right>>>>
So. Two weeks ago I started a new Instagram feed called Flora Forager. I was encouraged by the editor of the chalkboard mag (and a friend of the writers group girls) to showcase my nature art. I laughed and thought “why not?” So late at night I somewhat randomly came up with a name, (it’s a play on words sort of…because I’m foraging Flora) and put some of my photos in. Suzanne regrammed a couple of the photos and told me to get ready…
Fast forward two weeks and I have 1,700 followers, have been regrammed by Design*Sponge, Houselarsbuilt, Rawfoodlove, The Chalkboard Mag, and…..Martha Stewart!!!!
I haven’t even told my blog followers yet! If you’d like to follow me as Flora Forager, my instagram handle is @Flora.forager
The top painting was done by my Grandmother Pauline. The bottom painting is by me. The middle art installation was at the University. All pictures by me.
October was a beautiful month at Green Gables, when the birches in the hollow turned as golden as sunshine and the maples behind the orchard were royal crimson and the wild cherry trees along the lane put on the loveliest shades of dark red and bronzy green, while the fields sunned themselves in aftermaths.
Anne reveled in the world of color about her.
“Oh, Marilla,” she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms full of gorgeous boughs” ‘I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it? Look at these maple branches. Don’t they give you a thrill–several thrills? I’m going to decorate my room with them.”
“Messy things,” said Marilla, whose aesthetic sense was not noticeably developed. “You clutter up your room entirely too much with out-of-doors stuff, Anne. Bedrooms were made to sleep in.”
“Oh, and dream in too, Marilla. And you know one can dream so much better in a room where there are pretty things. I’m going to put these boughs in the old blue jug and set them on my table.”
I’m having a wee sale in my shop today. This expires tomorrow! click here for my shop.