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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

Joy

JOYFULM JOYFUL WE ADORE HIM!

Riverside Peace

Isaiah 55:12 says:“For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.”

I love this verse. It’s full of hope. The delight I feel when I’m in His presence bathes my soul with the joy of the Lord and brings an overwhelming transformation to my spirit. To worship the Father takes me into another realm of emotional joy and into His throne room of prayer.Even when sadness touches my life, when pain is always near, or when a friend or family member is hurting, His presence always brings joy back into my spirit.

Isaiah 51:11 says:“Therefore the redeemed of the LORD shall return, and come with singing unto Zion; and everlasting joy shall be upon their head: they shall obtain gladness and joy; and…

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New dew of view…

DRIPPING WITH RHYME—ALL AAT ONE TIME!

Sage of Change

No more morrow with sorrow,
No more rains with pains,
No more day with dismay,
Be the most and mightiest,
Be merry and meet the misery...

No more seeds with weeds,
No more high with sigh,
No more hearts with hurts,
Be the best and the brightest,
Be beloved and beat the bad...

No more lives with knives,
No more cloak with black,
No more heights with fights,
Be peaceful and powerful,
Be pleasant and put the past...

No more eve with grieve,
No more content with lament,
No more mystery with misery,
Be truthful and tasteful,
Be tact and test the taint...

How is my new dew of view?

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The Man Who Knew My Daughter First (Bill)

A BLAST FROM THE PAST—WHERE ARE YOU NOW, ROBIN?

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During the course of my youngest daughter’s pursuit of money and her future,

she often worked at a wide variety of restaurants and a country club. She is

a social and interactive young person, so her work was quite lucrative. She also

felt close to some of her customers. No one was as close to her over the year she

worked at Bob Evans than a man named Bill.

She would talk to him about her courses, her books she read, her thoughts and

plans. She would fill and refill his coffee cup and listen to him talk to her about

mainly philosophy and becoming a calm and centered adult. She was always

coming home excited about the new words (like Tao and Daoism) and especially

enjoyed the Eastern philosophies he espoused.

Bill became a person who we met once, while my ex-husband and I stopped by

for a meal. He…

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Faded Photographs and Blurred Memories

YOWZA-!

Musings of an Inconsistent Libran

We believe that a photograph is a portal to the time that it holds, frozen within its dimensions.

We expect the memories of those moments to resurge and leap at us, drawing us deep into those whirlpools of emotions.

But I found out that it doesn’t happen that way, as I waited patiently with this faded photograph that had locked within, a beautiful time of my young life.

I must have been 12 then, in the mid 80s . We were competing in the School District Youth Festival.

I can recollect only the basic details. The photograph was taken in the night, outside the house which was rented for us. Our costumes were red with star sequins stitched over the white panels at the bottom. All the make up made me look ethereal and I didn’t want to take it off.

Other particulars evade me like slippery eels as I…

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LORNA, JUSTINE AND JASON

JUSTINE, ET AL !

By the Mighty Mumford

Lorna, Justine and Jason,

Scripturally chasten….

This Christian numb

When he’s out of plumb,

And won’t suffer his evasion!

Appearing from offstage

Exhorting him to act his age…..

How they know

Hidden things so,

Holding him up to Christ’s image!

The watchers watch from on high,

Awareness of sin is why…..

Each one speaks

Before the saint reeks,

Of sin he’s been suffering by!

His wrong motives revealed,

Correction for a saint Spirit-sealed….

This discipline

Clears out my sin,

Let God’s praises peal!

Jonathan Caswell

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Log Houses In Gothic – Featured Art prints

THE LAST PICTURE REMINDS ME OF THE PREVIOUS—ON THIS SITE–POST—BEFORE IT WAS CLEANED UP! 😀

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Today I am featuring three art prints I just completed. I decided to feature them as a “before and after post”. The log houses are part of the Sharlot Hall Museum located in Prescott, Arizona. I did a photo shoot blog of these buildings last November, so you can see the before pictures there and the resulting art prints here.

With these images I used the gothic oil technique I have worked with before to give these log structures that “old world” or historic look. This technique focuses on bold brush strokes and earth tone colors to create this style.

The Original Arizona Governors Mansion

This first art print is the original Governors Mansion built for the newly appointed capital of the realigned Arizona Territory by President Lincoln.

Fort Misery In Gothic

The second art print is of Fort Misery, which is the oldest log building associated with the…

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Log Cabin Homes From the Sharlot Hall Museum

WELL-DONE—JUST THE PICTURES TO LIGHTEN OUR CABIN FEVER! 😀

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In keeping with the theme from last week, I have attached six different art prints of three particular structures that are located on the grounds of the Sharlot Hall Museum in Prescott, Arizona. (Sharlot Hall Museum Info on Wikipedia)

I have used two different approaches for each of the three structures. The first one for each of them was created using a colored pencil sketching technique. On the second art print, I used an impasto style (a type of painting style that uses very thick paint, creating strong brush strokes). The two different styles create a very different look for each subject matter. There isn’t a right or wrong as it’s more of a visual preference of the viewer. The sketching style creates a more subtle, softer visual where the impasto style creates a bolder look with stronger colors.

The first structure is Fort Misery. It is the oldest log…

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