Dee A. Robb. July 2020 Blessings. Some sneak up on you like a cat who’s curled position on the bed warms your feet in the awakening cool of the morning. Others come loud and rushing, a fierce pounding on the front door. The UPS man delivering. There are those you yearn for, anxious and hopeful, […]
Photographic images verifying that the chest was found and the turquoise and silver bracelet is on Forrest Fenn’s wrist again. The LINK.
The bracelet is unique in that the beads are mounted flat. A lot of history there.
Again, congratulations to the finder of the chest!
Congratulations to the Finder of the Chest!
Forrest Fenn announces that the chest has been found.
Details to come.
I for one can’t wait to learn the meaning of each of the clues that so intrigued me for the last several years. I hope the person who found it, who for now wishes to remain anonymous, will share DETAILS. So curious as to what led him to the precise spot.
Thank you to all 485 followers on WordPress and the 85 who followed this blog via email. It was fun to create a blog and see what happened. The Fenn Diagrams will remain up until my annual paid fee expires early next year. Then I think if goes to a free version and loses the formatting. Adds may appear before it floats into oblivion.
I’ll post links to the updates as they are posted. Imagine you are all as curious as to who and and how as I am. It’s been a joy. Thanks again.
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Good Friday Remembrance
My great-grandmother’s grandfather was an artist. Not sure when he was born, but her mother was born in 1837 in Braunschweig.
On the back of the drawing is a tempera (?) painting of the Wetterhorn alp from the glacier-filled valley at Grindelwald.
Have a blessed Easter.
About the time I shot this photo, my friend, masked and gloved, was ushered into the meat freezer at the grocery store west of here. As she says, tornado warning trumps social distancing.
Before the storm …
All is well. Take care.
An option while sheltering in place — Take a class. Dip your toe (or brush) in something you wouldn’t ordinarily do.
Because a very talented artist is now teaching her watercolor class on-line, I’m able to participate. I took a class once, about 18 years ago, and love the medium, (although I have very little intrinsic artistic ability.)
Some things we do for the joy of it.
The artist : Kaitlin Walsh
If you’ve ever heard of, or studied from, Netters (Atlas of Human Anatomy), you’ll appreciate her gift of painting the beauty of what is human.
This class is about painting animals. Lesson One: Jellyfish.
[I share this work from Thursday evening, because it’s probably hard to fail on a jelly fish. Yes, I know, it needs more background, a finer brush, a lighter touch.]
But … don’t expect anymore from me. Next week, a bird. A lot more parts. And after that, no idea.
In any case, it’s fun, messy, soothing, surprising.
A water high.
“Look quickly down”
“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.”
– Henry Miller
What began as a birthday gift from Mr. W in late 2018, has kinda taken over. Coolest invention, that Flow Hive, or so I remarked, and Voila! It appeared.
Some (entire) assembly required.
So, after a two-day bee-keeping class, lots of reading, and acquiring the appropriate protective wear, (I convinced my doctor that maybe I should have an Epi pen because it’s a long way to a hospital), I ordered my bees.
And, yes, there was a certain amount of trepidation as I drove home with twenty thousand in the back seat. Brave…
After a cold, wet spring, they took off. Gangbusters. Prairie blossoms galore.
Bountiful. More honey than the bees needed. Where to put said treasure?
Beg, borrow and seal any available bottles.
(Those cute little jars fit in the box my children made for me for Christmas. (See next photo of exotic colored woods. They are nowhere large enough, but I will keep some of each vintage in that treasure box.)
Next, drain and strain, and there you go.
The new gold standard?
[Maybe I can trade it for toilet paper in these unusual times.]
This sounds like fun. Thanks Forrest and Dal!
“Raindrops on roses….”
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The long-lost capital of an ancient Maya kingdom has been discovered in the backyard of a cattle rancher in southeastern Mexico. Now dubbed Lacanja Tzeltal, named for the nearby modern community, the ancient city is thought to be the capital of the Sak Tz’I’ – “white dog” – kingdom, located in Chiapas, Mexico. A map […]
Is that what Forrest once said? Hmmm.
George D. Smith began as an architect and moseyed into art. Along the way he may have designed an important building in Cody, Wyoming.
Important to Forrest Fenn?
Would love to know.