I've just finished a second high-rise condominium project and I've found that when working in high rise buildings, paint colors change from one floor to the next. A gray will look greener on the ground floor due to the trees and grass reflecting the light that comes into the windows and five stories up the very same gray will look blue since the light is reflected from the sky with nothing but blue outside.
And dark colors can appear darker since most buildings have covered balconies which lower the light levels in the rooms. So it takes some adjusting from working in ground level homes.
STORY OF THE WEEK:
From "The Tales from Twin Chimneys" written in the 90's when I lived out in the country with two other city girls.
"TALES FROM TWIN CHIMNEYS - A THANKSGIVING ESSAY"
by: Beverly Anderson
What am I thankful for this year?...for my romantic nature and my survival skills. I am a city girl and I moved to the country with two other city girls. This farm is called "Twin Chimneys" because of two large, two story high, hand hewned stone chimneys. The house is 200 years old and sits on twelve acres with two ponds, a gazebo, and a barn. It is an idylic setting in rolling Tennesse hills. A postcard kind of place. Beauty and tranquility prevail...alas, so does a huge amount of grass mowing.
So I am thankful for the gorgeous view, which I have enjoyed mainly from the seat of the John Deere riding mower. I am eternally grateful for each time this ancient mower coughs its way around the yard. It is not so much the physical work I mind, but the enormous mental and emotional energy required to try to "will" this machine over these acres and keep air in all four of it's tires at the same time, to provide some cushion as I am jolted over these "gentle? rolling hills".
I am also thankful for the far pasture where our neighbor keeps his cows and I am very grateful that he mows these acres himself. The pasture also serves as a cemetery for a beloved fourteen year old Siberian husky, Tisha, and a cherished thirteen year old tortoise shell colored cat, Bear.
I am thankfor for my friend's six year old grandson, Robert who sang at cat Bear's funeral...not a quiet, reverent "Jesus Loves Me", but a rousing rock version, self-composed, of "Bear was a Good Old Cat...SHEEE was the best cat we ever had." This was fully choreographed with wild arm swinging and dancing. Several verses were sung at the gravesite while our third roommate who was sick that day, watched through the closed kitchen window, no audio available.
For all the remaining dogs, cats, fish, birds, cows and horses I am thankful. I am NOT thankfull for the snakes. I AM thankful that almost all of the holes in the old log walls have been plugged...snakes slithering along the entrance floor do not add to my piece of mind, nor do they increase the chances of my two friends continuing to live in this "idylic" countryside with me.
I am thankfor for the pioneer spirit still alive in us modern American women, although we never planned to discover it.
For all these happenings, for the space to experience them on this beautiful land, for the clear sunlight shining off the calm water in the pond and through the brilliantly colored fall leaves, I am thankful.
I am blessed by it all.
PICTURE OF THE WEEK:
"Energy, Oil and Silver"
22x30
metallic pen, by Heide Browne
$450.00
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