<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:57:15.644-08:00</updated><category term='Agapito de la Cruz'/><category term='Santa Ynez'/><category term='Refugio Beach'/><category term='oak trees'/><category term='Vermont'/><category term='big sky country'/><category term='www.janeramsey.com'/><category term='barn'/><category term='Ballard Canyon Road Watercolor'/><category term='Refugio Road'/><category term='light'/><category term='plein air'/><category term='plein air watercolors'/><category term='art'/><category term='Highway 101'/><category term='California farming'/><category term='Montana'/><category term='Dressage'/><category term='vines'/><category term='garlic'/><category term='organic farming'/><category term='sketchbook'/><category term='Jane Ramsey'/><category term='Roadside Eats'/><category term='Flathead County'/><category term='Hwy. 101'/><category term='Highway 246'/><category term='Watercolors'/><category term='Los Olivos'/><category term='Etcera Farm'/><category term='Califonia'/><category term='Flathead Lake'/><category term='lavender'/><category term='Solvang'/><category term='Mary Byrom'/><category term='Barns'/><category term='Watercolor'/><category term='Diners'/><category term='Saarloos and Sons'/><category term='plein air painting'/><category term='Coast Organics'/><category term='sketch'/><category term='watercolor sketches'/><category term='Andew Orr'/><category term='Mission Ines'/><category term='Santa Ynez watercolor'/><category term='oaks'/><category term='Classic Organics'/><category term='Saarloos'/><category term='Santa Ynez Valley'/><category term='Santa Barbara Day Trips'/><category term='clairmont farms'/><category term='North Bennington'/><category term='color'/><category term='Somers'/><category term='Vermont countryside'/><category term='California Oaks'/><category term='Vintage'/><category term='horses'/><category term='california'/><category term='Horseback'/><category term='Organic produce'/><category term='painting'/><category term='Buellton'/><category term='vineyards'/><title type='text'>Plein Air Pairings</title><subtitle type='html'>Painting plein air is my passion and, when combined with travels, friends &amp;amp; family... it&amp;#39;s the perfect pairing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-3865624546944426467</id><published>2011-09-20T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T06:39:18.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vermont: Lawnmowers &amp; Raindrops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-jpdIC6UVo/TniQsfAq0hI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aRIcHpvCliw/s1600/sidestreet+parking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-jpdIC6UVo/TniQsfAq0hI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aRIcHpvCliw/s400/sidestreet+parking.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Side Street Parking, 14 x 11, watercolor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spotted these wonderful old red buildings on a side street in North Bennington, Vermont. Spilling out of the doorways of this lawnmower repair shop were a quirky assortment of snowblowers, lawnmowers and even an exercise cycle. While I am sure this haphazard assortment of metal and tires mixed in with weeds and spare parts is an eyesore to some, it was something I really wanted to capture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Partway through the sketch it started to rain pretty hard so I jumped under the overhang of a back door entrance to a shop. The rain was on and off, and each time it stopped I stepped out to work on the painting more. I loved the rain spatters in the tree foliage (far right)... and it worked great with wet washes in the roadway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the ink pens I use... &lt;a href="http://www.dickblick.com/products/faber-castell-pitt-artist-pens/#photos"&gt;Faber Castell PITT artist pens&lt;/a&gt;. They are waterproof and archival ink quality. Great for plein air sketchers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I2AfHxgUcsc/TniUGEPbBJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/LhWFiuBWPBI/s1600/20759-2020-3ww-l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I2AfHxgUcsc/TniUGEPbBJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/LhWFiuBWPBI/s400/20759-2020-3ww-l.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finished up my painting and with the help of the beauty salon (my back door shop!) I dried it with their dryers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I walked across the street to join my friends Mary and Andrew who were painting under umbrellas and car hatchbacks. Loved Andrew's set up with a big tarp covering his easel and keeping his legs and feet dry. A board props up the hatchback of his Volvo station wagon so he can sit further back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFeZD_Qi4Aw/TniWITz7I2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/jZHNhweops4/s1600/DSC08770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFeZD_Qi4Aw/TniWITz7I2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/jZHNhweops4/s400/DSC08770.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plein air painters have to improvise all the time! It's part of the adventure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-3865624546944426467?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/3865624546944426467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=3865624546944426467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/3865624546944426467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/3865624546944426467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/09/vermont-lawnmowers-raindrops.html' title='Vermont: Lawnmowers &amp; Raindrops'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-jpdIC6UVo/TniQsfAq0hI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aRIcHpvCliw/s72-c/sidestreet+parking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-2037933479462813950</id><published>2011-09-15T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T19:05:07.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Bennington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vermont countryside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Byrom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vermont'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andew Orr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watercolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plein air painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plein air watercolors'/><title type='text'>Vermont: Barns &amp; Vistas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just returned from a week in North Bennington, Vermont -- one of 25 juried artists participating in the 2011 North Bennington Plein Air Event. What a great event! Vermont offers endless subject matter and even though we had uninvited guests – Hurricane Irene (before) and Lee (first two days) – the artists prevailed and painted 100+ paintings in just four days!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How great to reconnect with Mary Byrom and Andrew Orr (whom I met in last year's event!). And to meet new artist friends like Bruce and his wife Janice. On the second day of the event we went in search of a painting spot along a road that Andrew had discovered just within the boundaries of the little town of North Bennington. We set off, caravan fashion, all four cars making our way in the grey misty morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyYnxCIuzQQ/TnKhrFRe5mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/d9js1QGXtMs/s1600/lookingatmap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyYnxCIuzQQ/TnKhrFRe5mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/d9js1QGXtMs/s320/lookingatmap.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We stopped to survey the road ahead and spotted a farm high on a hill in the distance. We had to get  there knowing we would find great views and painting opportunities!  Andrew and Mary studied the map and we set off to find the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dc8BD-KcS3I/TnKk7EbQ0DI/AAAAAAAAAIc/icAkCZaLlTY/s1600/fromthe+road.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dc8BD-KcS3I/TnKk7EbQ0DI/AAAAAAAAAIc/icAkCZaLlTY/s320/fromthe+road.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did! But it was set way off the road down a long, winding driveway. Both Mary and I have no qualms about asking to enter private property (we're fearless women!).&amp;nbsp; So we parked along the road and went up in one car so as not to spook the poor man who we could see was peering out our way.&lt;br /&gt;We were greeted by Mr. Browe and after a bit of friendly chatting, he finally felt comfortable to allow us on to the property to paint. He was a third generation farmer, struggling to keep the land and farm. It took a little bit to warm up to the idea that we wanted to paint... a little bit of a foreign concept to him. We went back out to the others anxiously waiting on the road and then all drove in and set up to paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zScuM44fNgI/TnKjYtghHtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/up_-PGbn0nw/s1600/setuptopaint.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zScuM44fNgI/TnKjYtghHtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/up_-PGbn0nw/s320/setuptopaint.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose a spot down by a babbling brook with a sweeping view up to the barn. The others set up alongside their cars and painted the magnificent view of sweeping farmland, mountains and dramatic skies. Halfway through the sun began to shine through the clouds. The rain was finally lifting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHuFcpx8cOA/TnKjwso6l_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/W2su9qQk2S8/s1600/on+the+easel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHuFcpx8cOA/TnKjwso6l_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/W2su9qQk2S8/s320/on+the+easel.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a memorable morning on that lovely farm and worked feverishly to finish our paintings. Mr. Browe drove by and stopped to look at my painting. He remarked how, indeed, it was a great old barn and that I made it look better than he thought it did. I love that aspect about plein air.... to be able to remind someone of the beauty that surrounds their everyday place. The extraordinary in the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vg7B-6eHd8w/TnKkgEXegMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Mmkr3zF4Ndw/s1600/Coulter+Road+Barn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vg7B-6eHd8w/TnKkgEXegMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Mmkr3zF4Ndw/s640/Coulter+Road+Barn.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Browe's Barn On Coulter Road, plein air watercolor, 12 x 9&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few hours later, we finished and then packed up to head back to town for a quick lunch break. On to the next painting spot.. which was actually a cluster of barns down the road owned by the same farmer. Bonus! Two painting venues from one inquiry. Loved that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Painting plein air in out-of-town locations is always a great adventure. It takes a willingness to explore and a love for discovery! You have to find the scene that speaks to your heart and then the painting is pure pleasure... immediately you have a story to tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-2037933479462813950?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/2037933479462813950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=2037933479462813950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/2037933479462813950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/2037933479462813950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/09/vermont-barns-vistas.html' title='Vermont: Barns &amp; Vistas'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyYnxCIuzQQ/TnKhrFRe5mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/d9js1QGXtMs/s72-c/lookingatmap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-7177924885035936453</id><published>2011-09-12T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T18:29:49.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='www.janeramsey.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flathead County'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flathead Lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Somers'/><title type='text'>Pioneers &amp; Landmarks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;These  are some sketches from an afternoon side trip to the little town of  Somers on Flathead Lake created during our visit to Montana this summer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Driving south on the Highway 93 towards our lake house rental, I saw the signs for Somers and caught a peak of a quaint little street with older buildings. I knew I had to go back with my sketchbook and paints to spend an afternoon exploring and sketching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XGuACPkxzEQ/Tm6sOO1Dr-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/rNRePw3Il_A/s1600/blog-icehouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XGuACPkxzEQ/Tm6sOO1Dr-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/rNRePw3Il_A/s400/blog-icehouse.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The main street was tiny, with just a few buildings dotting the roadside. Further back I spotted this tall building in the rear of a lumber yard. I parked and walked back to the get a closer look. What a striking building... it's elongated proportions and rich patina of the wood siding were marvelous. So textural! It was an old cold storage building where they cut blocks of ice from the lake and stored them to load onto wagons.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IM_j7O_5EjE/Tm6sLdoNSGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/S_r84l_6W_4/s1600/blog-somers-whitebldg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IM_j7O_5EjE/Tm6sLdoNSGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/S_r84l_6W_4/s400/blog-somers-whitebldg.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The main road leading into the town had a wonderful array of small buildings with similar siding and proportions. I loved this small structure with the front washed in glowing light and old rose bushes still growing along its side. I wondered what the building had been used for... and thought about all the changes it had observed as it stood near the entrance to this little town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lakesidesomers.org/History-of-Lakeside-and-Somers-by-Flathead-Lake-and-minutes-away-from-Kalispell-Montana_W773.cfm"&gt;Somers&lt;/a&gt; played an integral role in the expansion of the Great Northern Railway as they increased their tracks throughout the west. From 1900 to 1949 the Somers Lumber Company  produced thousands of railroad ties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I love these "relics" - they speak of a rich past and stand as testaments to pioneers who settled small towns and created small communities in the rugged west. They live on in my sketchbook and fond memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-7177924885035936453?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/7177924885035936453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=7177924885035936453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/7177924885035936453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/7177924885035936453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/09/pioneers-landmarks.html' title='Pioneers &amp; Landmarks'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XGuACPkxzEQ/Tm6sOO1Dr-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/rNRePw3Il_A/s72-c/blog-icehouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-5912283784498047601</id><published>2011-09-02T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T21:01:45.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='www.janeramsey.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane Ramsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watercolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flathead Lake'/><title type='text'>Big Skies On a Big Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-He0fnqjg/TmGgqgmDQ7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/bqz93R2IjO4/s1600/cloudstudy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-He0fnqjg/TmGgqgmDQ7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/bqz93R2IjO4/s400/cloudstudy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montana is big skies, vivid blues, enormous clouds that seem endless. It's the kind of"big" that brings everything immediately into perspective for me. You feel small. You are in awe. You realize that creation is indeed magnificent and we are privileged to behold its glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1prP6kiEKmA/TmGhgIx4q0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/diijBX_-iEw/s1600/morningonlake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1prP6kiEKmA/TmGhgIx4q0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/diijBX_-iEw/s400/morningonlake.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite time of day was early morning. The light streaming in the cabin's window would beckon us to awake and, with coffee cups in hand (and my sketchbook!), we would walk down to the shoreline. This morning an enormous bank of clouds moved over the Mission Range and enveloped the lake beneath it in shadow. The sun was piercing through the edges making the rocks near the dock sparkle. The promise of another new day on Flathead Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-np1J8as6ojA/TmGiwXsMHtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hH0jbFpknv8/s1600/blog-lakesunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-np1J8as6ojA/TmGiwXsMHtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hH0jbFpknv8/s400/blog-lakesunset.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day's end brought a whole new light show with clouds backlit by the setting sun. The deep purples and vibrant pink highlights made for a dramatic display with their shadows moving across Wild Horse Island in the distance. After supper, family members gravitated down to the shoreline and we watched until the light faded and the moon appeared in the sky. &lt;br /&gt;Then we made our way up the path, through the pines to the cheery lit windows of the cabin. The sound of gentle waves lapping up onto the rocky shore of a very big lake. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-5912283784498047601?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/5912283784498047601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=5912283784498047601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/5912283784498047601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/5912283784498047601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-skies-on-big-lake.html' title='Big Skies On a Big Lake'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-He0fnqjg/TmGgqgmDQ7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/bqz93R2IjO4/s72-c/cloudstudy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-2129234889004444589</id><published>2011-08-30T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:07:47.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane Ramsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big sky country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flathead Lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plein air watercolors'/><title type='text'>Big Sky &amp; Flathead Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After an exhilarating month in California painting and sketching, we spent &lt;br /&gt;the first week of August in Montana for a mini family reunion. We rented a &lt;br /&gt;charming old lake house on Flathead Lake, an incredible glacier-fed lake in the &lt;br /&gt;northwestern part of the state. These blog posts are pages from my sketchbook.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love taking a "vacation" from creating finished paintings and enjoy filling pages with sketches, studies and small vignettes. It enables me to explore and observe. To spend time with family and still make time for art! (I have a wonderful family that understands my need to draw and paint where ever we are!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNxsP9FLAIE/Tl2kXjFBo6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Boa3FGgp_nw/s1600/blog-cabin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNxsP9FLAIE/Tl2kXjFBo6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Boa3FGgp_nw/s400/blog-cabin.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house was part of a 200 acre ranch, The Winkley Ranch. The summer house was built by family members in the 1950s and it was the perfect lake house with a charming screened-in porch for morning coffee or sleepovers (the young cousins bunked out there -- it was a like camping in the trees with the sound of the water lapping onto the shore!).&amp;nbsp; Just a short walk down the path lined with pine trees and we were down at the water's edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MhaqdPsdw-c/Tl2lHYKh79I/AAAAAAAAAHg/jJSbY2rA9uc/s1600/blog-shoreline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MhaqdPsdw-c/Tl2lHYKh79I/AAAAAAAAAHg/jJSbY2rA9uc/s400/blog-shoreline.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoreline was lined with rocks to secure the beach area and boat ramp. The lake is huge (the largest freshwater lake west of the Mississippi!) and the weather can change from calm to stormy with whitewater waves pounding the shoreline! I loved how the colors changed in the water depending on the water's depth or the sunlight touching its surface. I loved focusing on all the subtle colors and range of hues in the rocky ledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nlG5cmD7iY/Tl2lxUR7EGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gMbVU-BgWnk/s1600/blog-fieldview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nlG5cmD7iY/Tl2lxUR7EGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gMbVU-BgWnk/s400/blog-fieldview.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the front of our vacation spot we looked out to grassy fields, cherry orchards and further up to the foothills thick with evergreens. The clouds were incredible... it was big sky country (and it is!). I loved watching them move across the expanse of blue. I loved the colors and textures of the pine bark and the range of colors in the grasses of the old ranch land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-2129234889004444589?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/2129234889004444589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=2129234889004444589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/2129234889004444589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/2129234889004444589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/08/after-exhilarating-month-in-california.html' title='Big Sky &amp; Flathead Lake'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNxsP9FLAIE/Tl2kXjFBo6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Boa3FGgp_nw/s72-c/blog-cabin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-2998923029965521596</id><published>2011-08-25T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:11:41.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='www.janeramsey.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watercolor sketches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solvang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketchbook'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I  filled a whole sketchbook while in California.... I love looking   at my  sketches and reflecting on all the wonderful encounters and   experiences. I have had fun sharing them in the past few blog entries...this is the last set of sketches from my California sketchbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHgP6GocmO0/TlcYhNKINMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qpzmwvDIck8/s1600/flagisupfarm-barn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHgP6GocmO0/TlcYhNKINMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qpzmwvDIck8/s400/flagisupfarm-barn.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter's passion for horses brought us to California -- to Monty Robert's Flag is Up Farm in the town of Solvang north of Santa Barbara -- where she is working on becoming a certified trainer. You can read more about Monty's program and his wonderful work with horses and humans... seeking positive connections and success through non-violent methods and learning the language of horse. &lt;a href="http://www.montyroberts.com/"&gt;http://www.montyroberts.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have my sketchbook with me and enjoy sitting in the center courtyard area and watching all the activity while waiting for Caroline to finish her day's work. The ranch is lovely with rustic barns, beautiful gardens, mature trees and, of course, amazing horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D7kHhWdpBUE/TlcYqZ_OMuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zUXH0EMn-Kc/s1600/blog%253Dflagisup-cactus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D7kHhWdpBUE/TlcYqZ_OMuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zUXH0EMn-Kc/s400/blog%253Dflagisup-cactus.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere is inspiring to watch the horses and see people from all over the world come to work and learn about Monty's methods of training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dr9xJqRCPls/Tlcalp_aZvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/U9v27mwH4gw/s1600/blog-horsesketches.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dr9xJqRCPls/Tlcalp_aZvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/U9v27mwH4gw/s400/blog-horsesketches.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is thrilling to see my teenage daughter find her passion and pursue her goals for a lifelong career. And it has opened up opportunities for me to be able to paint and sketch in such a beautiful spot in California's Central Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-2998923029965521596?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/2998923029965521596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=2998923029965521596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/2998923029965521596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/2998923029965521596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-filled-whole-sketchbook-while-in_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHgP6GocmO0/TlcYhNKINMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qpzmwvDIck8/s72-c/flagisupfarm-barn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-7335894254469703827</id><published>2011-08-13T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T19:22:08.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='www.janeramsey.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballard Canyon Road Watercolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane Ramsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plein air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Refugio Beach'/><title type='text'>Sand &amp; Surf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I  filled a whole sketchbook while in California.... I love looking  at my  sketches and reflecting on all the wonderful encounters and  experiences.  I thought I would share a few over the next few blog  entries.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EY-3jthsTRo/TkcqwIfTtcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CyZGErr9hrY/s1600/blog-carrie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EY-3jthsTRo/TkcqwIfTtcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CyZGErr9hrY/s400/blog-carrie.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Friday evening I picked up Caroline and Lucia (a student from Germany who was also taking the training courses at Monty Robert's ranch) from class and we headed south on Highway 101 for a beach excursion. The ocean is just a thirty minute drive from Solvang. It was Lucia's first time to see the Pacific Ocean and a nice opportunity for new scenery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was surprisingly chilly with a strong wind but the girls were determined to get in the water. They ran right in and jumped into the waves. It was a short swim and after bundling up with every available towel and sweatshirt we had brought we sat and enjoyed a picnic dinner. The sea gulls stayed very close... determined to make their case for a morsel or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, the girls went beach combing and I stayed to paint the panorama in front of me. Large wispy pink clouds rolled in off the ocean and hovered over downtown Santa Barbara in the distance. Huge flocks of pelicans zoomed overhead and swooped down into the ocean. The surf crept up the sand and began to form a channel in front of me that opened to a tidal pool to the left. Kids were having fun watching the water carve away the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline and Lucia returned from their walk and had fun taking picures jumping in the channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9syEyzIM1JI/TkcvSy5znkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Jg7xvxsMnOQ/s1600/ocean+jump.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9syEyzIM1JI/TkcvSy5znkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Jg7xvxsMnOQ/s400/ocean+jump.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R7D-XkFQ4uA/Tkcq1bDa7uI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1po_8bhBLQk/s1600/blog-beach2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R7D-XkFQ4uA/Tkcq1bDa7uI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1po_8bhBLQk/s640/blog-beach2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I finished the painting and then we packed up to go. But not before Lucia stopped to fill an empty soda bottle with sand to bring home to Germany for her little girl. A souvenir from a lovely evening at Refugio Beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-7335894254469703827?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/7335894254469703827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=7335894254469703827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/7335894254469703827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/7335894254469703827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-filled-whole-sketchbook-while-in.html' title='Sand &amp; Surf'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EY-3jthsTRo/TkcqwIfTtcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CyZGErr9hrY/s72-c/blog-carrie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-2549804714287418263</id><published>2011-08-11T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T20:30:39.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Etcera Farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Califonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horseback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agapito de la Cruz'/><title type='text'>Horses, Friends &amp; Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I  filled a whole sketchbook while in California.... I love looking at my  sketches and reflecting on all the wonderful encounters and experiences.  I thought I would share a few over the next few blog entries.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LyNaq6Xp-g/TkSSjgu1pNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PfvLdoBJwDM/s1600/blog-july2+sketchbook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LyNaq6Xp-g/TkSSjgu1pNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PfvLdoBJwDM/s400/blog-july2+sketchbook.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My daughter and I were introduced to Agapito and Adrianna on our first week in Santa Ynez. While we watched our friend's lesson with Agapito, I sketched his barn. After seeing the sketchbook entry, he asked if I would like to do a larger painting and, in exchange, he would give my daughter some lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;People come into your life for a purpose... and you connect in a such a way that you feel as if you've know each other a long time. Such, is this encounter. I feel so privileged that Caroline and I met this special couple. I love how a simple entry in my sketchbook introduced us to new friends and experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Over the next four weeks, we spent many days on their farm enjoying the sweeping views of the valley - vistas of vineyards, wheat fields and the mountains in the distance. Impromptu barbecues and wine tastings (from wine made on the farm) were special. Caroline rode many horses, took trail rides through vineyards and even learned how to herd cattle on horseback! She learned so much. Agapito's daughter Monet became Caroline's special new friend... what a sweet girl and quite a talented little rider! I enjoyed doing this little sketch of her as she ate lunch with us one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDvM9Gq4g_k/TkSN5KZJfXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LRLp7h3q1O8/s1600/blog-agapitos1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDvM9Gq4g_k/TkSN5KZJfXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LRLp7h3q1O8/s400/blog-agapitos1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Towards the end of our visit we were invited to celebrate Adrianna's birthday. What an amazing party that evening! We gathered in the large wine making room in the back of the barn made festive with balloons and the warmth of family and friends. Isabelle and Jose set up tables and filled them with trays of amazing homeade Mexican dishes. Bottles of wine were uncorked and music filled the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone from small children to adults joined in to sing happy birthday to Adrianna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQ7zIh6qHGY/TkSN-RBpGXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mA1kS2lywzA/s1600/blog-party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQ7zIh6qHGY/TkSN-RBpGXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mA1kS2lywzA/s640/blog-party.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As the sun started to dip behind the distant hills, some left the party to go on a &lt;br /&gt;twilight trail ride. Others stayed behind and enjoyed the music and the company of &lt;br /&gt;friends old and new. It was a memorable night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I so enjoyed creating these two paintings for Agapito and Adrianna. &lt;br /&gt;Thankful for our special times together in the Santa Ynez Valley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGQU9xnLWSU/TkSbIxcWIhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/URCISmigOe8/s1600/agapitos+cows.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGQU9xnLWSU/TkSbIxcWIhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/URCISmigOe8/s400/agapitos+cows.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Agapito's Cows," plein air watercolor, 12 x 9&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXqxSKyxW8I/TkSR8vDdJXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HqQA5vRgwrY/s1600/painting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXqxSKyxW8I/TkSR8vDdJXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HqQA5vRgwrY/s400/painting.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The Perfect Spot," plein air watercolor, pen &amp;amp; ink, 14 x 11&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-2549804714287418263?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/2549804714287418263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=2549804714287418263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/2549804714287418263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/2549804714287418263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/08/horses-friends-celebrations.html' title='Horses, Friends &amp; Celebrations'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LyNaq6Xp-g/TkSSjgu1pNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PfvLdoBJwDM/s72-c/blog-july2+sketchbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-3085478138484276905</id><published>2011-08-07T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T09:11:29.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plein air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California Oaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Barbara Day Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plein air watercolors'/><title type='text'>Color &amp; Texture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x3V0QkkbdB0/Tj9mJ4w8HtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zeQa-Sxr_Lo/s1600/Oaks+%2526+vines.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x3V0QkkbdB0/Tj9mJ4w8HtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zeQa-Sxr_Lo/s400/Oaks+%2526+vines.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 20 different species of oaks native to California. The oak trees in the Santa Ynez Valley are referred to as Valley Oaks, or by their scientific name Quercus Lobata. They are incredible specimens and their shape and form varies, making each tree unique.&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with their texture and color, which changed throughout the day. In the early morning hours they took on silhouetted shapes against the morning fog and as the sun rose in the canyon hills the shadows cast from the trees became one with the mass of the foliage above it. By mid-day, the light penetrated and revealed the interior branches and they appeared light and feathery. And at day's end, the oaks took on a more solid shape and the low evening light illuminated the massive trunks.&lt;br /&gt;I was particularly inspired by their connection to their surroundings. I loved how the sprawling limbs of this oak framed the view of the vineyards and canyon hills beyond.&lt;br /&gt;The contrast of the cool hues in the shadows and the vibrant warm tones where the sun pierced through the foliage captured my interest. As I sketched and painted birds popped in and out, perched on branches low and high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_4NphFiK38/Tj9mMybPEEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eML8FbYBbZ0/s1600/Under+the+Oak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_4NphFiK38/Tj9mMybPEEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eML8FbYBbZ0/s640/Under+the+Oak.jpg" width="384" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This view caught my eye as I was driving along Refugio Road just outside of Santa Ynez. I stopped and got out to look. The tree loomed out over a steep hillside that led to meadows below. Standing by the roadside I felt as if I were soaring with those branches. The closeness allowed me to survey the bark... it had massive chunky ribs that were as hard as iron. The crevices were deep and snaked their way along the curving branches. &lt;br /&gt;I never tire of drawing them... looking at them. These Valley Oaks are an integral part of the character that shapes this special place... The Santa Ynez Valley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-3085478138484276905?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/3085478138484276905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=3085478138484276905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/3085478138484276905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/3085478138484276905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/08/color-texture.html' title='Color &amp; Texture'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x3V0QkkbdB0/Tj9mJ4w8HtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zeQa-Sxr_Lo/s72-c/Oaks+%2526+vines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-5268524002340292768</id><published>2011-08-01T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T09:29:44.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballard Canyon Road Watercolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission Ines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Barbara Day Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solvang'/><title type='text'>Visitors - Old &amp; New</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It was my last week in the Santa Ynez Valley in California and I was itching to get out and paint. What a nice surprise to get a call from a local artist Marietta and an invitation to go sketch at one of her favorite spots, "The Mills."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;We piled my gear into her car and set off for the town of Solvang to a road on the outside of town behind the Mission Ines. We parked and would hike the rest of the way. The mills are currently being restored and are part of a historic preservation project and accessible only by foot and with permission of the Trust. Marietta had permission to paint on the property and I was so excited to see where we were headed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;We hiked along newly-planted olive groves and headed into a wooded area with a small creek running through it. All I could see was bright sun beyond the darkness of the wooded creek bed. We walked through the shallow part of the creek and up into the sunlit hills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HeJd-VPouus/TjbN5T509LI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bxdPD5nBAsY/s1600/marietta+walking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HeJd-VPouus/TjbN5T509LI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bxdPD5nBAsY/s400/marietta+walking.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;At the rise of a small embankment the clay tiled rooftops came into view and then the full view of this amazing structure. Two small buildings with uniquely shaped holding wells for water all built by hand with clay and rock. Amazing. Especially when you realize they were built in 1820 by hand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aCAPutzFSlw/TjbOhf3UmnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mrsPi5Wn7A0/s1600/mill+shot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aCAPutzFSlw/TjbOhf3UmnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mrsPi5Wn7A0/s320/mill+shot.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Built by the Mission Santa Inés in 1819, this water powered grist mill was constucted to increase agricultural production in the valley. Two stone reservoirs were built in to the natural slope of the hill with these incredible stone retaining walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vy9FVO_A6l0/TjbOpepKKgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tTRfQtz75_g/s1600/mill+view+photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vy9FVO_A6l0/TjbOpepKKgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tTRfQtz75_g/s320/mill+view+photo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A second mill was designed by an American, John Chapman from the New England area. Chapman was sailing towards Hawaii and captured by the Argentinian pirate Bouchard and then forced to go to the Central Californian coast where Bouchard and his men raided Spanish settlements. Chapman was captured in the Refugio Canyon raid and sentenced to the firing squad. His life was spared and he was sentenced to a lifetime service at the Mission Ines in the Santa Ynez Valley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It was there that he brought his knowledge of the New England textile industry and worked with the mission workers and indians to build this second mill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This fulling mill created tightly woven woolen cloth by removing the excess lanolin and forcing the woolen fibers to interlock. It was a mill process that he had seen while growing up in the Boston area. This new technology was a huge advancement to the settlers in this region.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBMCxTjy_tg/TjbOgZNq4vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QzPwosWJ7Ds/s1600/mill+sketch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBMCxTjy_tg/TjbOgZNq4vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QzPwosWJ7Ds/s400/mill+sketch.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;What a unique history -- and a great story.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;What an amazing spot -- sketching and painting these humble structures with an amazing panoramic view of the Santa Ynez mountain range and fields. It was a surreal experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Looking out across the fields was an old barn bathed in the evening sun. I worked quickly to capture the light and colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cna_Ubu41xg/TjbOf28D53I/AAAAAAAAAEI/AyYXCXPSmec/s1600/view+sketch+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cna_Ubu41xg/TjbOf28D53I/AAAAAAAAAEI/AyYXCXPSmec/s400/view+sketch+blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I was so grateful to Marietta for showing me her special place in the Santa Ynez Valley. We had a great evening of sharing and sketching... she remarked how good it was to be reminded how lucky she is to live in the valley. Indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;You can read more about these historic structures and the preservation work being done by the Santa Barbara Historic Trust at http://www.sbthp.org/mills.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;http://www.sbthp.org/mills.htm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-5268524002340292768?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/5268524002340292768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=5268524002340292768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/5268524002340292768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/5268524002340292768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/08/visitors-old-new.html' title='Visitors - Old &amp; New'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HeJd-VPouus/TjbN5T509LI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bxdPD5nBAsY/s72-c/marietta+walking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-7647289452490524650</id><published>2011-07-28T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T10:25:57.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coast Organics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buellton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plein air watercolors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hwy. 101'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solvang'/><title type='text'>Lettuces to Harvest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wS6Gr-ZkS7E/TjGWpwvCgbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/reZ8uGD_Z5o/s1600/California+Hex+Sign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wS6Gr-ZkS7E/TjGWpwvCgbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/reZ8uGD_Z5o/s400/California+Hex+Sign.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I returned to Helmut's special farm -- Coast Organics just off Hwy. 101, south of Buellton. He was so generous and invited me back to paint in the fields. The rows of lettuces, broccoli, carrots, dill and onions stretched across the distance towards the golden fields and mountains. The soil was warm and soft, the texture of talcum powder, it shifted underfoot and made puffy little clouds of dust.&lt;br /&gt;The cows shuffled along the hillsides, the grasses and underbrush crunching as they made their way to the water trough. The steady breeze from the coast moved through the valley and hawks drafted in the air current overhead. The sun was intense and there was no shade to be found... I set up in the lane between the two large sections and began to paint. A tractor worked in the fields behind me as I painted and some of the workers stopped by to look at the painting.&lt;br /&gt;I love this very aspect of plein air... being immersed in sounds, sight, color, smells... it it hard to describe but time stands still for that moment. I think of nothing but the painting and the emotion of the experience.&lt;br /&gt;As I packed up to leave, Helmut asked if I was done. I replied yes, thinking he needed to close up the fence gate. No, he remarked... it is time to harvest all the lettuce and he was waiting for me to finish. Oh, I felt so bad that I had delayed his task for the afternoon! He told me no, the lettuces needed to be painted.&lt;br /&gt;He was so very right. They did.&lt;br /&gt;The next day I drove in to buy some produce and the fields were brown and barren. I am so grateful to Helmut and humbled that he allowed me to capture this moment at his farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-7647289452490524650?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/7647289452490524650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=7647289452490524650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/7647289452490524650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/7647289452490524650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/07/lettuces-to-harvest.html' title='Lettuces to Harvest'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wS6Gr-ZkS7E/TjGWpwvCgbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/reZ8uGD_Z5o/s72-c/California+Hex+Sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-264703401951761018</id><published>2011-07-25T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T11:12:55.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballard Canyon Road Watercolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buellton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plein air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plein air painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Refugio Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Olivos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solvang'/><title type='text'>Meadows &amp; Meandering</title><content type='html'>"Refuge. A safe place."&lt;br /&gt;That is the Spanish translation for Refugio and also the name of a fairly major road through the Santa Ynez Valley. As Refugio Road leaves the valley and begins it's ascent up the coastal mountains, the road changes from a two lane road to a narrow unmarked paved road to a dirt/gravel road where only four wheel drive vehicles travel.&lt;br /&gt;A local resident encouraged me to go past the signs marked "roadway ends" and continue on to find wonderful painting venues. Wow. Spectacular vistas appear as the roadway winds through vineyards, ranches and open spaces.&lt;br /&gt;Just before the road enters the woods and steep foothills there is a sweeping meadow. The wind is blowing and the tops of the grasses move as soft waves. Red tailed hawks soar above and swoop down into the grasses for their meal. Eagles soar high above, their shadows travel across the land with arching movement. Horses nicker in the distance. It is dusk and feeding time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNYBWg_ZoCM/Ti2iixZ4DhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u42gUaHyV9A/s1600/Day%2527s+End+on+Refugio+Road.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNYBWg_ZoCM/Ti2iixZ4DhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u42gUaHyV9A/s400/Day%2527s+End+on+Refugio+Road.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun dips lower in the sky the meadow is infused with light and color. The foothills in the distance begin to soften and fall into shadow. It is quiet and serene with only the sounds of the wind and birds... A trailing fenceline moved along the meadow and disappears into the grasses.&lt;br /&gt;"Day's End on Refugio Road"... a fitting name for a special road in the Santa Ynez Valley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-264703401951761018?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/264703401951761018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=264703401951761018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/264703401951761018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/264703401951761018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/07/meadows-meandering.html' title='Meadows &amp; Meandering'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNYBWg_ZoCM/Ti2iixZ4DhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u42gUaHyV9A/s72-c/Day%2527s+End+on+Refugio+Road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-1776867647090238819</id><published>2011-07-24T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T09:19:33.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballard Canyon Road Watercolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buellton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plein air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Olivos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highway 246'/><title type='text'>Sunsets &amp; Shadows</title><content type='html'>It's that golden hour, when the sun is just about to sink behind the hills and the contrast of light and shadow is so dramatic. I love painting in that time slot but time is of the essence so I keep my paintings small and work quickly. I often use the open trunk of my car to block the intense low light from my eyes (a makeshift umbrella!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ni9JZQlwR0/TixBng8H6OI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lC8sF0y8umA/s1600/los+olivos+sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ni9JZQlwR0/TixBng8H6OI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lC8sF0y8umA/s400/los+olivos+sunset.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a little stretch of road leaving Los Olivos and heading up Ballard Canyon Road. By day, it is ordinary. At dusk, extraordinary with the tops of grasses illuminated and the rolling hills and oaks in the distance take on a soft glow. I loved the lyrical movement of the barbed wire fence as it trails through the grasses in its disheveled state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_s0VmTtYHGk/TixC7QKUb0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/408rH2F0qQ8/s1600/DSC06650.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_s0VmTtYHGk/TixC7QKUb0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/408rH2F0qQ8/s400/DSC06650.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I painted this one last night. It is a scene I have seen several times heading out of Buellton on Hwy. 246 where the road crests at the top of a big hill. There is a vineyard to the right with a farm road. Every time I have seen this view at dusk there are birds perched on every fence rail and the tops of the vines as if they are watching the sunset. They sit quietly for at least twenty minutes rimmed in light. The light becomes so intense as it slips behind the hills and the shadows are just luscious with color.&lt;br /&gt;Flocks of birds fly by and, after the sun has disappeared behind the horizon, the birds in the vineyard all rise up and join them. It's magical.&lt;br /&gt;These are the aspects I love about plein air. The observation of nature and the wonderful harmonies found within.&lt;br /&gt;I titled this one "Evening Takes Flight," packed up my gear and headed back into the valley, now blanketed in the cool shades of night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-1776867647090238819?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/1776867647090238819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=1776867647090238819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/1776867647090238819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/1776867647090238819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/07/sunsets-shadows.html' title='Sunsets &amp; Shadows'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ni9JZQlwR0/TixBng8H6OI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lC8sF0y8umA/s72-c/los+olivos+sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-8532300949420879465</id><published>2011-07-21T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T11:52:13.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buellton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watercolors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roadside Eats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solvang'/><title type='text'>No More Chicken Dinners</title><content type='html'>Peggy, a local gallery owner and artist, told me about an old diner in Buellton that I needed to check out... so I ventured down the road to look for it. A couple of miles from the busy intersection of Hwy 101 and Rt. 246, there it stood. It sits along the old highway 101 (now just a simple two lane road) facing out to the new freeway. It's weathered facade all wrapped in plywood and fencing -- the owner is looking for a buyer to move it to a new destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kf9SV84kR_g/TihxX-7mNjI/AAAAAAAAADk/9GFInODxbnk/s1600/diner+on+road.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kf9SV84kR_g/TihxX-7mNjI/AAAAAAAAADk/9GFInODxbnk/s400/diner+on+road.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it's quirky proportions and great vintage signage with peeling paint and broken neon tubing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlGwZB5KDJE/TihyIN4buTI/AAAAAAAAADo/bCXU7ODZH1w/s1600/sign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlGwZB5KDJE/TihyIN4buTI/AAAAAAAAADo/bCXU7ODZH1w/s400/sign.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheery red roofs of the dining cars with curved glass window fronts were covered in various pieces of lace and sheets to obscure the interior. They are actual dining rail cars with a roof overhead and a center structure joining them. What a great re-use for old rail cars. This must have been one happening place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rXNlMp91WA4/TihyUeu5QGI/AAAAAAAAADs/fhilVoCtrvs/s1600/nomorechickendinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rXNlMp91WA4/TihyUeu5QGI/AAAAAAAAADs/fhilVoCtrvs/s400/nomorechickendinner.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I sketched and painted I thought about all the motorists who had pulled off the road from their travels to sit and dine. How welcoming this place must have looked to them. All the people who went through those doors and found chicken dinners and breakfast being served. No munching on fast food on your lap behind the wheel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back the next day and did another painting of it with morning sunlight washing over the front of the diner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tDJt4kf_y7Y/Tih0q3V-ZMI/AAAAAAAAADw/gml6seSZJG8/s1600/dinermorning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tDJt4kf_y7Y/Tih0q3V-ZMI/AAAAAAAAADw/gml6seSZJG8/s400/dinermorning.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, forgotten and boarded up, it sits facing the new freeway (that was its demise) with no opportunity for motorists to pull off and have a bite to eat. I hope it finds a new home... and can, once again, serve chicken dinners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-8532300949420879465?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/8532300949420879465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=8532300949420879465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/8532300949420879465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/8532300949420879465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-more-chicken-dinners.html' title='No More Chicken Dinners'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kf9SV84kR_g/TihxX-7mNjI/AAAAAAAAADk/9GFInODxbnk/s72-c/diner+on+road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-4700691965876293664</id><published>2011-07-14T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T22:42:38.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballard Canyon Road Watercolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buellton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic Organics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organic produce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organic farming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Barbara Day Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California farming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highway 101'/><title type='text'>Highways &amp; Byways</title><content type='html'>Driving back from Santa Barbara through the mountains I spotted the rooftops of old barns off in the distance. I was just entering the Santa Ynez Valley and wasn't very far from the exit to Buellton.&amp;nbsp; I noticed a sign for Classic Organic Farms and figured I would find my way off Highway 101 and see where it took me. I saw the sign and went from 65 to 30 in a flash... amazing that right off this major highways was this old road that led me right to the barns I had spotted from the distance. I love taking chances and seeing where roads take me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kGJhG5yFnkQ/Th_MQvm0U-I/AAAAAAAAADI/Hk_xPYL6skY/s1600/roadside+stand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kGJhG5yFnkQ/Th_MQvm0U-I/AAAAAAAAADI/Hk_xPYL6skY/s400/roadside+stand.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled up to the roadside stand... it was an old barn with an awning out front protecting mounds of strawberries from the hot sun. Inside there were shelves overflowing with the most amazing produce. Heads of lettuce that were as large as basketballs. Carrots, onions, garlic and stalks of celery with the most abundant display of leaves that were tender and fragrant. Artful arrangements of antiques mingled with fruit and delicate bouquets of herbs for sale. It was really a visual feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dJVnnk93ZbE/Th_MRqIdg6I/AAAAAAAAADM/-n7ErhZCdKU/s1600/herbs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dJVnnk93ZbE/Th_MRqIdg6I/AAAAAAAAADM/-n7ErhZCdKU/s320/herbs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bz3A1d5SetY/Th_MSiabT7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/5EuHVJxzfug/s1600/veggiestand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bz3A1d5SetY/Th_MSiabT7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/5EuHVJxzfug/s320/veggiestand.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friendly border collie turned the corner and came to greet me. I deposited my money into the big oak barrel and put my selections in the car. Returning to paint was top of my list for the next day. I did a couple of sketches in my sketchbook and scoped out the perfect painting spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned the next day mid morning and set up in the shade of a tree to paint. People stopped to make purchases and it was fun watching them sample and savor their purchases before they had even reached their cars. Behind me were the self-pick strawberry fields where people were filling their baskets with berries galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little farm was surrounded by mountains. I looked it up on Google maps when I got back and It is amazing how it is this little land mass tucked into the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c6c7KUOF0Ms/Th_MT11nyiI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rpj8wlonkMc/s1600/map+painting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c6c7KUOF0Ms/Th_MT11nyiI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rpj8wlonkMc/s400/map+painting.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I worked on my painting for few hours... I loved the rich texture of the barn and the variations in colors. You could see remnants of old stains and paints of varied colors - red, brown, mustardy yellow. The clouds were amazing and they were moving quickly coming in off the ocean. I loved the bend in the road and wondered where that would lead to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-ss76ZpHyY/Th_MXaQiHiI/AAAAAAAAADg/1LB6M90eahQ/s1600/oldcoasthighway+barn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-ss76ZpHyY/Th_MXaQiHiI/AAAAAAAAADg/1LB6M90eahQ/s400/oldcoasthighway+barn.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; To the left was an old covered area for cattle. The owner, Helmut, stopped by to talk and look at my painting and we chatted about the history. It had once been an old dairy farm and the road I was painting alongside was the old Coast Highway, and before that a wagon path. The farm used to make cheese that was carried by horse and wagon down to Gaviota (11 miles away through the mountain pass) and then put on boats to San Francisco.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now this farm, an organic vegetable and fruit farm, continues the tradition of working the land and preserving the heritage of this valley. I will go back and do some more painting before I leave... I loved this little spot of green paradise ... just off Highway 101.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more about Helmut and his farm Classic Organics check out...&lt;br /&gt;http://www.insidesyv.com/content/classic-organic/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-4700691965876293664?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/4700691965876293664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=4700691965876293664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/4700691965876293664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/4700691965876293664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/07/highways-byways.html' title='Highways &amp; Byways'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kGJhG5yFnkQ/Th_MQvm0U-I/AAAAAAAAADI/Hk_xPYL6skY/s72-c/roadside+stand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-4622877621483564149</id><published>2011-07-13T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T11:30:46.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballard Canyon Road Watercolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Califonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saarloos and Sons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Olivos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saarloos'/><title type='text'>Shadows &amp; Vines</title><content type='html'>I returned to one of my most favorite painting spots in Los Olivos... I still remember the first time I saw the stunning vista of the Saarloos Vineyards along Ballard Canyon Road. The road winds along the ridge and then takes a dramatic turn and suddenly you are climbing the hill and looking out over this incredible canyon vista with tiers of vines. Truly, it takes your breath away. Everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JKzdcWr_6gM/Th3c6QpREeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lGp28bY9Spw/s1600/DSC05672.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JKzdcWr_6gM/Th3c6QpREeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lGp28bY9Spw/s400/DSC05672.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it was the first painting spot on my inaugural visit to the Santa Ynez Valley three years ago. I immediately pulled over and set up to paint and an hour into the painting Keith Saarloos pulled up and introduced himself. The painting became part of his collection, and a friendship began. The Saarloos family is so gracious and allows me to roam the vineyards and paint! I love discovering new vistas and scenes to paint among the vines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I set out to paint this week's painting, I discovered an opening in the fence line along the road... I ducked under the climbing roses and baby oak tree branches! It was like a secret garden moment! When I looked up there was this wonderful new viewpoint... a long and winding road going deep into the vineyard. Lined with pink roses and olive trees. The long deep shadows crept along the earth reaching towards the vines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Jo1s_3GIyY/Th3ec-O8l4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/PjIO3riVj4s/s1600/DSC05649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Jo1s_3GIyY/Th3ec-O8l4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/PjIO3riVj4s/s400/DSC05649.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a small sketch to explore the composition and view... I set about painting and decided to expand the view to the left to reveal the steep slope of the vineyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qjGNuXCTSVU/Th3ev57L6vI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ImENdCIfT2Q/s1600/sketch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qjGNuXCTSVU/Th3ev57L6vI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ImENdCIfT2Q/s320/sketch.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an incredible late afternoon into evening painting. A herd of steer came down the hillside behind me and I could hear them snorting and eating ... the grasses and brush crunching under their hooves as they lumbered up and down the slopes. Hawks soared in the sky above me casting large shadows over the vines. The wind picked up as the sun began to make its way deep within the canyon and the colors intensified. The occasional creak and soft moan of a windmill above kept me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gI3fN6Q-xFw/Th3gBKlWIII/AAAAAAAAADA/fow311Qusok/s1600/finished+on+easel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gI3fN6Q-xFw/Th3gBKlWIII/AAAAAAAAADA/fow311Qusok/s400/finished+on+easel.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry Saarloos stopped by to say hello. I loved his reaction as he stooped under the opening and came up to see the painting. He zeroed right in on the sweeping path and the play of light and shadow along the road... he loved it. It thrills me when people see in my painting the very thing that inspired me to create the painting. It's the best compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2GVMbt7sQy0/Th3gjvJdHhI/AAAAAAAAADE/1TTV0SsAi58/s1600/finishedpainting-web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2GVMbt7sQy0/Th3gjvJdHhI/AAAAAAAAADE/1TTV0SsAi58/s400/finishedpainting-web.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shadows &amp;amp; Vines"... another painting for the Saarloos collection. I am honored. Grateful to be able to share their special spot in the Santa Ynez Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention they create and craft incredible wines. Artists of a different medium.&lt;br /&gt;http://saarloosandsons.com/SAARLOOSANDSONS/Welcome.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-4622877621483564149?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/4622877621483564149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=4622877621483564149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/4622877621483564149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/4622877621483564149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/07/shadows-vines.html' title='Shadows &amp; Vines'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JKzdcWr_6gM/Th3c6QpREeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lGp28bY9Spw/s72-c/DSC05672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-4646240222527630127</id><published>2011-07-11T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T12:41:08.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballard Canyon Road Watercolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lavender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oak trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plein air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Olivos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clairmont farms'/><title type='text'>Back for More</title><content type='html'>I just had to go back to Los Olivos and paint at Clairmont Farms again. This time, I went out deep into the fields... the owners told me how to find a path that would lead me to a chair set under a big oak. Perfect! I wound my way through the rows, buzzing honey bees zooming in and out. I was of no interest to them as there was lavender all about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap0_JsWVNhw/ThtPMt2qbXI/AAAAAAAAACw/nP56azbyLPc/s1600/painting+spot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap0_JsWVNhw/ThtPMt2qbXI/AAAAAAAAACw/nP56azbyLPc/s400/painting+spot.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shady spot under the oak tree was perfect with dappled light filtering through it's sprawling limbs. It was windier today and each gust carried the intoxicating perfume of the lavender. Beyond the fields, I could hear horses nickering and calling to each other. I love that sound!&lt;br /&gt;This is a larger piece.... almost 17" wide by 7" deep. I love the contrast of the grasses at the base of the trees with the expanse of lavender. The trees in the distance just seem to rise up out of the color. I look at this painting and I swear I can smell the lavender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZY9FmXcDnBw/ThtOuw09kxI/AAAAAAAAACs/JpHaNsco11k/s1600/lavenderfields-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZY9FmXcDnBw/ThtOuw09kxI/AAAAAAAAACs/JpHaNsco11k/s400/lavenderfields-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-4646240222527630127?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/4646240222527630127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=4646240222527630127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/4646240222527630127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/4646240222527630127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/07/back-for-more.html' title='Back for More'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap0_JsWVNhw/ThtPMt2qbXI/AAAAAAAAACw/nP56azbyLPc/s72-c/painting+spot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-8879204427547014650</id><published>2011-07-10T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T12:22:03.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lavender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plein air watercolors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Olivos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clairmont farms'/><title type='text'>Sights &amp; Scentsation</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I returned to paint at Clairmont Farms in Los Olivos. The entrance to the lavender farm is a long driveway lined with very old olive trees... their lacy leaves rimmed in sunlight with hints of purple peeking through.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the trees was a "sea" of purple. Truly, it was like looking out on a large body of water with the deepest hues of purples, blues and pinks where the sun was hitting the tops of the blooms. The smell was intoxicating and the occasional breeze would make it even more intense. Rising up out of the purple were stately old oak trees their trunks in shadow and sprawling shapes silhouetted in the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-hwIprOfFY/Thm0QD81TEI/AAAAAAAAACY/vPoCCho_Ilk/s1600/lavendar1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-hwIprOfFY/Thm0QD81TEI/AAAAAAAAACY/vPoCCho_Ilk/s400/lavendar1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set up my easel and was transported into this world of scent and sensation. Cars came in and out and people stopped by to look at my painting. The shade of one of the olive trees was the perfect spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oqobDXK4IC8/Thm1zjMP4_I/AAAAAAAAACk/dEPNTRNgCnc/s1600/lavendar2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oqobDXK4IC8/Thm1zjMP4_I/AAAAAAAAACk/dEPNTRNgCnc/s320/lavendar2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the while, I was consumed with the smell of lavender as I painted. Enjoy the painting and, if you have lavender sachet handy.... sniff, and then take a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jvmsrm6IQWg/Thm2Hlo4iHI/AAAAAAAAACo/eRxuIvEN1yI/s1600/lavendar+painting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jvmsrm6IQWg/Thm2Hlo4iHI/AAAAAAAAACo/eRxuIvEN1yI/s400/lavendar+painting.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-8879204427547014650?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/8879204427547014650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=8879204427547014650' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/8879204427547014650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/8879204427547014650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/07/sights-scentsation.html' title='Sights &amp; Scentsation'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-hwIprOfFY/Thm0QD81TEI/AAAAAAAAACY/vPoCCho_Ilk/s72-c/lavendar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-1337713258929873796</id><published>2011-07-09T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T07:34:13.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballard Canyon Road Watercolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garlic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plein air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plein air watercolors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Olivos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solvang'/><title type='text'>Fields &amp; Family</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I ventured back to my new found painting spot deep in a vineyard along Ballard Canyon Road between Solvang and Los Olivos. I had permission from the family to paint anywhere and the roads that wind through the vineyard make it perfect for transporting all my painting gear!&lt;br /&gt;As I came around the bend in the road I saw figures in the fields that I had just painted the day before (the painting of the red barn posted earlier). They were awash in the intense afternoon light pulling weeds and working in the fields. I parked under the oak tree along side their vehicles and set up my easel.&lt;br /&gt;A young boy's head popped up from the back of the truck .... he was curious about why I was there and what was I doing? He had come back from the field to take a break from the sun. I hurried to start painting as they were working their way further back into the rows of garlic.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing you notice about the workers in the fields and vineyards is how covered up they are. It was 90 degrees this day and they were wearing jackets, long sleeve sweatshirts, hats and even their faces were covered up to their eyes with bandannas. I painted their forms and loved how the one figure was bathed in light when he stood up to talk to the others. They were chatting and pulling, laughing and working... there was music being played. They called out to the boy and he hopped off the truck and carried a huge water cooler out to them... it was heavy but he managed, with no complaint, I might add. I quickly added him into the painting. Then he too, set about working alongside them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MpkelHaC5mM/ThhixWPjuqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PQkwhQpE9Vk/s1600/Into+the+Field.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MpkelHaC5mM/ThhixWPjuqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PQkwhQpE9Vk/s400/Into+the+Field.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within an hour they stopped and came out of the fields to their truck and began to disrobe from all their layers. I was glad I had the figures and field in... I could finish the rest of the painting even if they left. Suddenly these forms became young teenagers, mom, dad, uncles and cousins. It was a family.&lt;br /&gt;They were shy but I encouraged them in my most pathetic Spanish to come and take a look. One by one they walked up to the easel and smiled. Some would laugh and point with delight that they had found themselves in the painting. But the sweetest reaction was from the boy who was so proud that he was in the painting. He would point it out to each person as they approached the easel... and beam with pride. I told him to tell his family that they looked beautiful working in the sunlight and I wanted to paint that. He smiled and translated... and then told me "I was a very good drawer."&lt;br /&gt;The family starting packing up but David, the boy, hung around and kept looking at himself in the painting. I asked if I could take his picture with the painting and he was so pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-At5k1dRk1Ok/ThhlfP1n56I/AAAAAAAAACU/ROE_zqehYGM/s1600/web-david+and+painting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-At5k1dRk1Ok/ThhlfP1n56I/AAAAAAAAACU/ROE_zqehYGM/s400/web-david+and+painting.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I love most about the plein air experience. These people touched me as I watched them toil in the fields... cheerful, happy and content. And David, so willing to help his family and so proud of his part of the work. When he saw the painting he said to me, "Look, I am carrying the water.... see."&lt;br /&gt;An ordinary day of work in the Santa Ynez Valley, And extraordinary day of painting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-1337713258929873796?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/1337713258929873796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=1337713258929873796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/1337713258929873796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/1337713258929873796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/07/fields-family.html' title='Fields &amp; Family'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MpkelHaC5mM/ThhixWPjuqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PQkwhQpE9Vk/s72-c/Into+the+Field.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-1397354571223751918</id><published>2011-07-08T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T09:07:30.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballard Canyon Road Watercolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vineyards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Olivos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solvang'/><title type='text'>Oaks &amp; Vines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZUcwIByFYI/ThcmmlTR4EI/AAAAAAAAACI/ChAnpq0CyN4/s1600/easel+setup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZUcwIByFYI/ThcmmlTR4EI/AAAAAAAAACI/ChAnpq0CyN4/s400/easel+setup.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The stately oak trees lining the winding roads through Ballard Canyon are so lovely. I set up my easel under one and went about capturing the vineyards and hillsides in the late afternoon. The late-day time slot is my favorite time to paint as the sun begins to go down and the colors intensify. The vines sparkle in the light and the oak trees take on these solid shapes with deep shadows. The low light illuminates the massive trunks of these trees revealing their form and strength. Birds begin to call out to each other from their perches and the gophers scurry about for their last bit of supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-npQA2YEgbxo/ThcqwCSs6DI/AAAAAAAAACM/e_3Ho3EB_qs/s1600/web-painting+vineyard+hills.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-npQA2YEgbxo/ThcqwCSs6DI/AAAAAAAAACM/e_3Ho3EB_qs/s400/web-painting+vineyard+hills.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-1397354571223751918?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/1397354571223751918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=1397354571223751918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/1397354571223751918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/1397354571223751918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/07/oaks-vines.html' title='Oaks &amp; Vines'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZUcwIByFYI/ThcmmlTR4EI/AAAAAAAAACI/ChAnpq0CyN4/s72-c/easel+setup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-8983338481599288219</id><published>2011-07-07T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T00:51:28.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballard Canyon Road Watercolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plein air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vineyards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solvang'/><title type='text'>A Second Look</title><content type='html'>It was another warm day in the Santa Ynez Valley. I set off down Ballard Canyon Road to find a spot to paint. Driving home the other day, I had seen these structures from the road and they caught my eye.&amp;nbsp; So I set off to take a second look. The setting was perfect and the contrast of the metal structure with the organic shapes of the landscape were exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMsbV29b6Uc/ThVk4jsEh7I/AAAAAAAAACE/L0AkoSeR1Bo/s1600/web-SidebySide-BallardCanyonRoad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMsbV29b6Uc/ThVk4jsEh7I/AAAAAAAAACE/L0AkoSeR1Bo/s400/web-SidebySide-BallardCanyonRoad.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how they are standing side by side almost as if they are watching over the newly planted vineyard behind them. They have quirky, fun proportions and interesting shapes.&lt;br /&gt;The sun was hot but I was able to find a small patch of shade to paint int. Bicyclists and runners occasionally came by. One passerby remarked how they had often traveled this road and never noticed them being anything special. But on second look, they studied them and my painting and remarked that indeed it was a great scene and they were quite charming set amongst the golden hillsides.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things about painting is capturing a scene that is often overlooked... and allowing people to look at their familiar landscapes in a new and fresh way.&lt;br /&gt;A second look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-8983338481599288219?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/8983338481599288219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=8983338481599288219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/8983338481599288219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/8983338481599288219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-was-another-warm-day-in-santa-ynez.html' title='A Second Look'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMsbV29b6Uc/ThVk4jsEh7I/AAAAAAAAACE/L0AkoSeR1Bo/s72-c/web-SidebySide-BallardCanyonRoad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-7969340641023223097</id><published>2011-07-03T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T10:44:14.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballard Canyon Road Watercolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buellton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plein air painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez watercolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plein air watercolors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Olivos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solvang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketchbook'/><title type='text'>Stop &amp; Sketch</title><content type='html'>This morning I finished a painting and decided to spend the rest of the day doing small watercolor sketches/studies. I grabbed my sketchbook, mini travel palette and camera... packing light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SNc6l5G-S6M/ThEntCN9p7I/AAAAAAAAABs/u2C1esWQcxU/s1600/jluy3-sketch1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SNc6l5G-S6M/ThEntCN9p7I/AAAAAAAAABs/u2C1esWQcxU/s400/jluy3-sketch1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was my view this morning as I finished breakfast on the patio... grabbed a quick sketch to capture the light. I love how the morning sun illuminates slopes of the canyon's hillside and the deep caverns are still immersed in shadow. As the sun comes up higher, the darkness is swallowed up with light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LIsptMA9lxw/ThEqP8y6bAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DtJr8SlwzWY/s1600/july3-sketch3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LIsptMA9lxw/ThEqP8y6bAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DtJr8SlwzWY/s400/july3-sketch3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I finished up my painting that I had started earlier the day before. While I was putting the last touches on the painting, some cows moved down to graze under the tree. I pulled out my sketchbook and did several quick studies of them as they were moving about and when the mother and baby cow decided to nap, I worked on a color watercolor sketch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qd1qEPuCo5Q/ThEpVeu1UUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3HDTY1O9M3Q/s1600/july3-sketch2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qd1qEPuCo5Q/ThEpVeu1UUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3HDTY1O9M3Q/s400/july3-sketch2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next stop was to pull over to do a sketch of the hillsides, but when I got out of the car I looked across the road and saw an open gate leading up to a massive oak tree in a vineyard. The tree offered shade and I decided to go up and check out the view. The spot offered a wonderful vista of vineyards and hills in the background. The hawks were sweeping the skies looking for breakfast. I will definitely go back and paint here this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c9jXY7NMyjY/ThErWcysneI/AAAAAAAAACA/9xthLkpT2S8/s1600/july3-sketch4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c9jXY7NMyjY/ThErWcysneI/AAAAAAAAACA/9xthLkpT2S8/s400/july3-sketch4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more stops and several sketches later, I decided to go further down the road. There was a view I had remembered from our last visit -- just before Ballard Canyon Road ends at the highway. I decided to go back and find it and hoped for a place to pull over... I&amp;nbsp; was in luck! There was a shady spot with just enough room for my car. The afternoon light was delicious... and I loved this sloping landscape with the cluster of trees casting wonderful shadows and offering peek-a-boo views between the trunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love taking a break from completing "finished" paintings and instead set my focus on capturing simple color studies where I can explore new painting spots, work out compositions and collect pages of ideas in my sketchbook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-7969340641023223097?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/7969340641023223097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=7969340641023223097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/7969340641023223097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/7969340641023223097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/07/stop-sketch.html' title='Stop &amp; Sketch'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SNc6l5G-S6M/ThEntCN9p7I/AAAAAAAAABs/u2C1esWQcxU/s72-c/jluy3-sketch1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-2296983510952572369</id><published>2011-07-02T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T10:44:53.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watercolors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plein air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Olivos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dressage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solvang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketchbook'/><title type='text'>Saddles &amp; Sketchbooks</title><content type='html'>Today, our friend (and wonderful host!) Angela invited us to visit a farm where she was going to take her first Western Dressage lesson. Caroline and I were happy to go along and see something new (western dressage!) and spend some time with horses (we miss our two!).&lt;br /&gt;We took off and headed towards the town of Santa Ynez. We turned down the driveway and entered a wonderful old riding farm surrounded with amazing vistas of vineyards and mountains. It was a hot day, but there was a nice breeze coming across the pastures.&lt;br /&gt;We met Agapito De La Cruz the owner of Etcetera Farm and watched as Angela had her first lesson. Then he hopped on his horse and demonstrated the dressage techniques. What an amazing horse. Agapito is a really skilled rider. It was incredible to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fN09Skpif_I/Tg_rzXFrHRI/AAAAAAAAABk/ebJSqgmp18M/s1600/Agapito+riding+horse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fN09Skpif_I/Tg_rzXFrHRI/AAAAAAAAABk/ebJSqgmp18M/s320/Agapito+riding+horse.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While the lesson was going on I turned to see the barn bathed in sunlight.... it was a perfect sketching opportunity. To my delight a cowboy even walked through the barn with a great silhouette! I hussled to add that into the sketch. It was a quick sketch... 20 minutes! I love capturing the sketch in ink and then washing in splashes of color notes to finish it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eHHC0aDkFIU/Tg_sbsZk4gI/AAAAAAAAABo/itp5egg2AY8/s1600/blog-july2+sketchbook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eHHC0aDkFIU/Tg_sbsZk4gI/AAAAAAAAABo/itp5egg2AY8/s320/blog-july2+sketchbook.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I showed the sketch to Agapito and Adrianna and they were amazed to see what I had done. They loved the color and even recognized the horse and owner in the foreground. They invited Caroline to come back and ride and then offered lessons in trade for a larger painting of their barn. "Perfect!," I said. Caroline is so excited to be able to ride while we are here and to expand her horse experiences... and I get to paint in a wonderful settings. It's a win-win.&lt;br /&gt;My plein air sketches have created new opportunities and introduced us to new friends. It's another page in the chapter of our Santa Ynez adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-2296983510952572369?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/2296983510952572369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=2296983510952572369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/2296983510952572369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/2296983510952572369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/07/saddles-and-sketchbooks.html' title='Saddles &amp; Sketchbooks'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fN09Skpif_I/Tg_rzXFrHRI/AAAAAAAAABk/ebJSqgmp18M/s72-c/Agapito+riding+horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935630845051392395.post-1682145133370559488</id><published>2011-07-01T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T21:33:04.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watercolors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Ynez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solvang'/><title type='text'>California Light &amp; Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V9O_71bx3Ss/Tg6c61UHSSI/AAAAAAAAABg/TE1lvKShA_s/s1600/BallardCanyon+Evening1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V9O_71bx3Ss/Tg6c61UHSSI/AAAAAAAAABg/TE1lvKShA_s/s320/BallardCanyon+Evening1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So inspiring to be back in California! We are in Solvang, Central California, just north of Santa Barbara. While my daughter trains at Monty Roberts' ranch for equine training I get to spend my days painting in the Santa Ynez Valley. The colors are so vibrant and my palette so different out west. The first thing I noticed was the lack of humidity... my watercolors dried quickly in the hot sun, aided by the warm wind coming through the canyon. I hiked up the hillside and found this perfect vista. The dramatic sweep of land along with the juxtaposition of warm grasses and cool shadows caught my eye. After further observation I began to notice the incredible play of light and color within the shadow areas under the majestic oaks. Greens, blues vibrating with purples... exhilarating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/935630845051392395-1682145133370559488?l=janeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/1682145133370559488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=935630845051392395&amp;postID=1682145133370559488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/1682145133370559488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/935630845051392395/posts/default/1682145133370559488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeramsey.blogspot.com/2011/07/california-light-color.html' title='California Light &amp; Color'/><author><name>Jane Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215917685733738013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSv08WKdwxI/TkAJvMoYsYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hGeRMuYP3uo/s220/fb-headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V9O_71bx3Ss/Tg6c61UHSSI/AAAAAAAAABg/TE1lvKShA_s/s72-c/BallardCanyon+Evening1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
