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Saturday:) So, Why Did the Bison Cross the Road?

31 Dec

“So, why did the bison cross the road? Because they are big beautiful beasts, and they can do as they please.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


This afternoon, we visited the Woolaroc Museum in the Osage Hills of Oklahoma. Our first encounter with the wildlife sanctuary was a lengthy delay, waiting for the bison to cross the road. Why did they cross the road? Because they are big and beautiful and can do as they please.

Woolaroc is a museum and wildlife preserve located in the Osage Hills of Northeastern Oklahoma on Oklahoma State Highway 123 about 12 mi (19 km) southwest of Bartlesville, Oklahoma and 45 mi (72 km) north of Tulsa, Oklahoma. Woolaroc was established in 1925 as the ranch retreat of oilman Frank Phillips. The ranch is a 1500 hectare (3700 acre) wildlife preserve, home to over 30 different species of native and exotic wildlife, such as buffalo, elk and longhorn cattle. Woolaroc is also a museum with a collection of western art and artifacts, American Indian material, and one of the largest collections of Colt firearms in the world. Also on display is Woolaroc, the aircraft that won the ill-fated Dole Air Race in 1927. Woolaroc features a nature trail and a living history area inviting visitors to experience the natural environment of Woolaroc, the life in a pre-Civil War 1840’s

mountain man camp.

Once we got past the furry roadblock, we drove past longhorn cattle, ostrich, feet, elk, water buffalo, and other animals out grazing along the road and in the fields.

Once inside the museum, the walls and rooms were filled with an eclectic mixture of paintings, sculptures, Indian artifacts, and an actual airplane.

I have to say, my favorites were the amazing bronze sculptures. Not only the artwork, but the reflective shadows dancing against the walls behind them.

The Woolaroc Museum is a hidden treasure nestled in the wonderful wildlife preserve. You are never too old to learn new things or see new wonders.

Monday Montage: 4th of July and More Stuff

8 Jul

A week at a glance.

Of all of our inventions for mass communication, pictures still speak the most universally understood language.
Walt Disney


Footloose and Fancy-Free Friday

23 Feb

Some days I just feel downright lazy. It’s 9 pm and I’m multi-tasking. The television is on, I’m checking emails, and trying to figure out what to write today. Do I HAVE TO write every day? No! But, I really like to challenge myself to see if I can find something interesting to write about every day. I like to think that each day is a gift and full of wonders. Maybe not so interesting, but always wonderful.

This morning, I went to the store to buy fixin’s for tomato barley soup to take for art group. I recently read that barley was healthy and it’s Lent. Some of my senior artists are Catholic, so no meat today. I never follow recipes or like to get complicated, so I just cooked a cup of barley, added six cans of tomato soup, and jazzed it up with garlic powder and a dash of oil from the jalepeño jar for flavor. Also took fixin’s for garlic bread. (I enjoy saying fixin’s)

I arrived around 2:30, and after we ate, we worked on more footloose and fancy-free Zentangles. It’s basically a fancy name for doodling, but very relaxing and meditative. So, another lazy, low-key Friday.

Here are some photos of what we’ve been working on.






Successful Sunday: What’s In The Oven?

18 Feb

Sunday is my day off. That’s my big joke, because every day is my day off. I’ve been procrastinating all week. My kitchen table was laden with thrift store glassware, enamel paints, brushes and a dozen champagne flutes for days. So, Sunday was my self-inflicted deadline to get off my lazy butt and get some painting done.

I planned on painting a dozen champagne flutes for a wedding shower gift and a few small vases that I bought at the Samaritan Inn Thrift Store. These vases are my trash to treasure finds that I use for special gifts. A hand painted vase with a dozen roses is always appreciated by friends, and recycling and repurposing inexpensive vases makes these gifts even more meaningful.

Glass painting is fun and easy. I use Folk Art Enamel paints, clean the glass with alcohol, paint using One Stroke Painting techniques, let dry a couple hours then bake 30 minutes in the oven. Voila! Homemade gifts. Any questions? Just ask me. So, instead of my usual lazy Sunday, I had a very successful Sunday. Guess what’s in the oven right now?





12 Jan

TGIF! Friday means the end of a long exhausting work week for many people. For others, it’s just another day. Today, while I was trying to think of an interesting, yet alliterative theme for a story to share, I decided that Friday means freedom to me. Friday is pizza and movie night at our house. It means no setting the alarm clock and staying up late. And when you get old like me, late usually means around 11:30.

I am especially delighted with my new found freedom of expression here in the cyber world. Now, I have the ability to share my thoughts, stories, poetry and artwork. Let’s face it, writers need to write and artists need to paint, but if there is no one out there to share it with, well, it really doesn’t mean anything.

The original acrylic painting below entitled, (you guessed it), FREEDOM, is an acrylic painting on canvas. I was inspired by the beauty of a horse running free in an open field. I very often write a poem to accompany my paintings, but I’ve also had this desire to start an interactive poetry blog. I thought it would be interesting to write an opening line for a poem, and ask people to finish the poem, or just add a line or two. Or, my painting might inspire someone to create a poem of their own? It would be fascinating to read other people’s responses. So…here goes! Please feel free to add your thoughts. Thanks!


A timeless gift where freedom reigns



What Dreams Are These?

6 Jan


What dreams are these in hidden haze
That haunt our nights and plague our days?
The morning sun relieves the night
Where endless darkness fills with light.
What dreams are these unveiled at dawn
To play the game or be the pawn?

Toni Andrukaits
Poem and painting