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Blend into the scenery of winter

test. Acrylic on canvas board.

To blend in

what I was looking for words to paint with this different for me. Then I read blogs on a variety of texts to "blend into the scenery." It is an expression that fits me well. I'm not loud, I listen a lot, but I feel no need to talk.

Talking in a group is to work. We must start while the other takes a breath, take his butt to not be cut, sometimes being attacked, be confused with explanations, etc.. This

wonder too much effort, I prefer to blend into the background.

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, let him speak. The "I" is sweet to say. For him to go, talk. The same "I" is hard to hear.
(Felix Leclerc, the notebook of a stroller)

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Fury

When arrives in mid-February
Winter weighs heavy
It starts dreaming
From spring and fine jours
Mais il ne faut pas oublier
Que mars nous joue souvent des tours
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Two lovers

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Deux amoureux

Olive Oyl et Popeye

Olive Oyl est un personnage féminin de comic strip created in 1919 by Elzie Crisler Segar, and was then brought to the screen. This comic took a new direction when it introduced Segar, 17 January 1929, the character of Popeye, who became the boyfriend of Olive Oyl. Regularly, it is seduced by Brutus before understanding his error and call her boyfriend for help. In general, when Popeye is in trouble and he must save his Olive, he eats spinach to give him the strength to defeat the evil Brutus. A story of love triangle that lasts for over 80 years!

love triangle
You are my hero Popeye
My heart belongs to you

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Snow

Snow

Ah as snow snowed!
I can not start like that, Nelligan has already said.

My window is a garden of frost
It's beautiful, but he also said.

He stormed all day,
Accidents and pileups on the highways,
My entry must be shoveled,
is less poetic, is not no doubt!

All ponds lie frozen
My soul is black: where did I see? Where am I? Since

Nelligan, times have changed,
iPads, ordis and cellular conversations are
dinners, ham and camembert Between
.

Cry, the birds in February
sinister thrill of things.

February, the shortest month of the year,
And the groundhog did not see his shadow,
In six weeks, spring will come, or not
marmot, snow will melt.

WINTER EVENING

Ah! as snow snowed!
My window is a garden of ice.
Ah! as snow snowed! What
that spasm of life
About the pain I, I!

All ponds lie frozen
My soul is black: where did I see? Where am I?
All his hopes lie frozen: I am the new
Norway
Where the skies are gone blond.

Cry, the birds in February
sinister thrill of things
Weep, birds of February
my tears Cry, cry my roses,
To the branches of juniper.

Ah! as snow snowed!
My window is a garden of ice.
Ah! as snow snowed!
What spasm live
About the pain I, I!
(Émile Nelligan 1879-1941)

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Mijoty the little witch

My friend Quichottine asked to color the little witch Solyzaan

Mijoty early Witch

Mijoty
is a little witch who lives on his land removed
She grows plants and grasses
To create potions that relieve

One day while testing an elixir
She flew helplessly
It Quebec
it failed in the snow and cold

She changed her costume
To avoid nasty colds
Since it seeks a solution
To return to home

is a full moon
Qu it went out of his stupor
She went to see a witch Huron
To improve his potion

And so she could return to their homes in
tranquility

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A roundtrip Montreal-Quebec

Compartment C Car 193. Edward Hopper. 1938. IBM New York collection.

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A roundtrip Montreal-Quebec

Gertrude worked as an attendant in a psychiatric hospital. Today she dressed up, because she takes the train to visit his great friend in Quebec. Louise and she is known to work, but Louise moved back to his city native. As each of their meetings, jokes and good humor will be at the rendezvous.

Gertrude was born with a heart defect and five years ago, she underwent open heart surgery. Since then, she feels she wants to relive and enjoy everything that life has to offer fine.

What Gertrude does not know is that she will not use his return ticket, because that night, the Grim Reaper will come to fetch her in her sleep.

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Knowing which side his bread is buttered

pastel from a photo of Liedich

I'm taking the challenge Violet use metaphors bread

Knowing which side his bread is buttered

past few years, my Linden hosts a family of squirrels. This year they have made their nest high in the branches, which normally means a snowy winter. Parents squirrels had a lot on the board to fill the cage with bread for the winter. Day after day, they worked tirelessly to gather nuts, acorns, berries and nuts in preparation for cold days. This is called earning his bread by the sweat his forehead. No way for the small family to spend the winter on bread and water.

Some days, the father is like coarse bread made of barley supplies up in the bird feeder. When the big blackbird lurked there, he tried to submit him to the taste of bread. The squirrel retreated, looking innocent as we say, he seemed a godsend. Then he moved away seeming to say: me sir, I do not eat this bread.

not complicated is the story of this little family in my tree. I'm sure it will sell like hotcakes.

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The Grey

The Grey

My uncle had a horse
He called it "The Grey"
When he harnessed the animal
To go to the cooperative
We children wisely
waiting for his instructions
Because he had said at breakfast
Let those who love me follow me

Sunday is driving
That the church we went
In return, my uncle sang
In the chorus we resume
summer, it was lightly clothed
But winter we were wrapped
I speak to the imperfect
She is so far from this vision

Then one day over The Grey
A car appeared
In the field it remained subject is the
law of evolution
She left one day, The Grey
Perhaps boredom, we will never know
But his memory
revives in me many emotions

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Neighbourhood

neighborhood life

It is sixteen hours, the day ends
is a short day of January one
fire, smoke rises
Bystanders crowded the pitch to warm

The thin branches of trees
Tremble at West Wind light
A dog barks because it looks
A man yells at him to shut up

My neighbor sprays his rink
Children amuse them tomorrow
That is already the evening
That's life in his daily