Art Stalker

A couple weeks ago I had a revelation about Valentine’s Day after seeing all the “I hate Valentine’s Day” stuff floating around the web. I wasn’t going to let the whole couple oriented aspect of the day get me down. So I ordered myself a little something. Not knowing of course, that I got an anonymous treat that day, but today my super special treat to myself arrived in the mail. All the way from the frozen tundra of Canada.

I’ve been following this artist for about a year or so, maybe two. We are both members of The Artisan Group, and I was immediately drawn to her artwork. At first I thought they were photos. Nope. Paintings. Phenomenal paintings. I’ve been watching her post links to her goodies on Facebook, and checking out her etsy page for some time. Yep, call me a stalker. I stalk art, among other things.

So for Valentine’s Day I splurged and bought myself a print that I just adore. It is three feathers – a robin, cardinal, and blue jay. And if you know me at all, you know that I’ve posted many of my own photos of each of these birds. They visit me often in my backyard. I adore them! So when I saw her painting of these three feathers together, I knew it was meant to be. And when I say I splurged, I really didn’t – her prints are very well priced. But I don’t usually buy stuff for myself all that often, so for me it was a splurge.

Today my goodies arrived!!


Forgive my less than glorious photos, but I was at work and excited to open my goody!!


So when I flipped over the envelope to open it, look at her stamp! How cool is that! “Packaged with care using re-used, recyclable materials. Go Green! Recycle!” Oh Jody, so good.



So I pull out the expertly wrapped Kraft paper package and see a cute little tag and a beautiful business card stuck on the front. It was just like a perfectly wrapped gift.


Here’s a close up of the back of her card. Aren’t the feathers gorgeous? I should have posted the other side too, but I’ll post her contact info at the end of this post.


So I carefully unwrap the paper, and find a double cardboard package. Carefully, cut the tape and there it is! Beautiful!!


It is even more beautiful in person that online photos can show. Truly a work of art. I don’t know how she does it, but I am just in awe of her talent.



This is my first official art that will hang in my new house. Once I have the upstairs part renovated it will be hanging in my living room. Once I get it all matted and framed up I will post another pic. Hopefully it will also be hanging on a finished wall too!

Please visit Jody Edwards Fine Art – she has an etsy shop: that has all sorts of items, from her original paintings, to prints, and even greeting cards. She even has one of a Fisher Price Little People person (my other vice). I especially like her paintings of nests that are customizable – she can paint in the number of eggs that you’d like. Which makes a WONDERFUL mother’s day gift – add in the number of eggs for the children your mom has. I might have to get myself one of those too.

You can also find her on Facebook: Tell her I sent you and keep gushing on about her paintings.

Jody: Perfect! Couldn’t be happier with my purchase!



Morning Has Broken

Do you know who Eleanor Farjeon is?

I did not, but today is her birthday. Per Wikipedia: Eleanor Farjeon was an English author of children’s stories and plays, poetry, biography, history and satire. Many of her works had charming illustrations by Edward Ardizzone. Some of her correspondence has also been published.

The reason I’m bringing up Eleanor Farjeon is because I saw information posted about her on a Facebook page this morning. I didn’t stop because of her name, or her birthday, but because lines from a children’s hymn she wrote were posted. A hymn she wrote in 1931 that you probably know and love.

Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.
Praise for the singing! Praise for the morning!
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word!

Sweet the rain’s new fall sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dew fall on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in the completeness where His feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight! Mine is the morning
Born of the one light Eden saw play!
Praise with the elation, praise every morning,
God’s recreation of the new day!

Now this hymn has special meaning to me, which is what made me stop and notice this morning. As many of you know, and for those who don’t, I am a musician. I started playing guitar when I was five. Before I could read, even. And sometime around 3rd, 4th, 5th grade I played this hymn in church – solo me – on guitar. I remember so clearly standing up on the stage (sorry, if that isn’t the correct church term, I’m not so churchy anymore), with me guitar playing away with Cat Stevens singing in my head.

It was quite a moment. I’m sure that wasn’t my first time playing, as a matter of fact, I remember playing a lot in grade school. For assemblies, for show & tell, even sitting in art class. I used to sit and play while the other kids were working on projects. Looking back I led quite a different life. But standing up there in the quiet church playing in front of the congregation was really something. That feeling has stuck with me all these years. And that song always touches my heart.
Happy birthday, Eleanor. And thank you.

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Me, circa 1973

Did you see the new headers?

Ok, I know this isn’t a life shattering post, but just wanted to share that I did a little work on the blog and made 6 new headers. They are set to display randomly because I couldn’t decide which to use right away. I liked them all. But that’s the point.

Do what makes you happy. And for now, these fit the bill.


Did I ever explain the blog name, by the way?

Since I decided to combine the Blanket Statements blog and the Leslie A Photography blog into one to simplify my crazy hectic life, I wanted something that would encompass both aspects. To try to tie everything together. You know, the moving on with life part. But also the focus on the betterment of situations part. I’m an almost 47 year old (who still feels 16, mind you) who has decided my entire life is suddenly laid out before me like an unpainted canvas. There’s a path to take, or rather several paths to take judging from the photos – and I want to see where they all go. But not forget where I came from or what I can do to give a hand to those that are coming along.

Going forward. Giving Back. I don’t think it gets any better than that.