I was asked to provide art for the lobby entrance and board room at the beautiful new digs for the Lincoln Chamber of Commerce. These people have exceptionally good taste and keen perceptions. They were great to work with and the project was a fun one start to finish... Having just completed the hanging, here I am in the lobby with "Our Lincoln" to my left...
And here is "Heartland"...
If you are ever in Lincoln, stop on over...
It's nice to be seen...
:^) Tom
We've been down this road before...
A good time to restore...
To be made whole again... :^) Tom
On the way home...
We decided to pull off and pay our respects to the family farm near Nebraska City where my mother grew up. I had big adventures there and spent a lot of time dreaming big dreams as a kid...
It has come to a sad end... Once vibrant and meaningful, where so many of our lives had overlapped, it is now deserted and abandoned, a monument to the end of an era...
Gone are the old days of the thriving dairy requiring horse drawn trips to the river in wintertime to harvest blocks of ice... and trips to Omaha with loads of cattle or hay. The cattle are long gone from the lot next to the barn where pigeons roosted and wee ones played all day in the hay. Gone are the chickens, the dogs and Uncle Bud's girls running all around...the reunions... Gone are the smells and the characters coming out of the kitchen where five generations would sometimes cross paths in the course of a single busy day...
Gone are the storytellers of not so famous Cowboys and Indians, of heroes and crack shots...of Aunt Tudie, truly famous for her State Fair blue ribbon jams and jellies, not to mention her crossword puzzle domination! My Grandpa's sidesplitting jokes and my Grandmother's regal ways...seeing glory in nature and all living things. In another life she is surely a Queen!
Gone are the quilters, the burly field hands, the strong willed, multi-skilled women, and long days in the field on the tractor... the milk house, the tool shed, the cave, gathering eggs from the hen house and berries from the garden...
All are gone...
All the homies have moved on...
It was only a brief stop, igniting a flood of memories...
These are the days of timeless treasures,
You've got to hold them in your heart...
We headed on home, each silently wondering...What was that all about?!!!
Roots are important... Tom :^)
A good time to restore...
