Monday, July 30, 2007

 

BTRD on the Wall

I painted this last night. It is my craffety that I see on my wall of my mind@

Sunday, July 29, 2007

 


Tuesday, July 24, 2007

 

WHY!??



Thursday, July 19, 2007

 


 


Tuesday, July 17, 2007

 

My Exhibit at Fresh Expresss Coffee house.


This is a new one called tasty Cat. The painting was inspired by my Exhibit

 


 

Hey! What is your name!



Monday, July 16, 2007

 

All SOLD at FRESH EXPRESS


Wall Three and Me!

 

The Dark woods



 

who was it?

t?As you know by now the swinging bridge goes to a fores ttrail. Not many people seem to walk it. I do every day since it is a short cut to my home.I stayed in my bunker on the forth of July. The next day towatd dusk, I ventured out, wearing my revelutionary cap. This hat was worn by the people during the time of war with Great Britan.
It is now a few days later, I came home late because I had missed the train from Chicago. So I took the late train. I arrived at about 11pm in Riverside. It was very dark and no one was about, after the train left. Going thru the deserted village I went to use the trail home.
The bridge was lite by two street lamps. Using the light as guides I continued.When I reached the forest it was very dark in places. In one of these places I stopped to get my barings. I used my stick to feel the trail’s path.
Suddenly a voice from th darkness said”Can I help you!” I was startled ! The female voice said “be not afraid.” I answered " I just wanted to go home. Tireredly I told her “I was ok”Then I saw a faint light thru the trees. I stumbled toward it. Sundenly I was out of the dark forest. I then found myself on my street home. From the direction of the forest I heard lafter of a young woman. Then I froze and a question came to my mind! What was a young woman doing in the forest at midnight?

Sunday, July 15, 2007

 

Lloyd with Revelutionary three corner hat on bridge



Thursday, July 12, 2007

 

The bridge that links two centurys



Wednesday, July 11, 2007

 

Riverside walk


Across the swing bridge




This is one of the places I stopped today to have a good coffee. GRUMPYS










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This home was my staring point befor the trail.



going to the Libary

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

 

I had to post this!

oneness is not being aloneoneness is being self
Comment by Lloyd Bradbury July 9, 2007
And on the journey which one must travel to find one’s self,
one has naught need to ever feel alone,
the only requirement, the opening of one’s heart
to the love that surrounds. A very wise expression Lloyd.
Comment by Laura July 9, 2007 RSS
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this was a responce to The Artist and her insperation!
her blog
http://winsomegunningartwalk.com/

 

The last stand for both of US

I have moved to lyons and walk thru Riverside Lawn across a swinging bridge to Riversidr Village.. Yes, this poem is about an actual place. Will it still exist in Your time my children?

U used to live un a cave of steel where nature was not quite realso u moved to a bunker in the hillwhere the forest was. wild trees crouded a trail across a river dale. natures last standI now walk in this place to get to another spaceAcross a swing bridge that links two timesOne of future, one of past.Whereone can see natures last.The river under the bridge cuts the ridgewherefish in the river still jumpto be caught by a fisherman on a stump.The bait for a humen dump.Many bird fly this way singing of another dayOn one side they are free the other side there is no treea reminder what is to be.all people to pass this way.will they see the time of dayOr will there children's mind only cream of this

Sunday, July 08, 2007

 

Riverside Village near MTA.....Fresh Express



Friday, July 06, 2007

 

Fresh Express at Riverside


Tomorrow I will be at Fresh express so you can meet the Painter,Me!

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

 

view from the Bridge



 

The Swing Bridge



 
I got up late today I painted at night look at it saw a skull so I dud my bills fell asleep I awoke and it was cold left air on. Lady brought cookies for a good deed. She stored some groceries in frig when hers went out.Maybe I need to walk!

I just came back from my walk. It was almost dusk. The sun was setting. I heard the water rushing by the swing bridge. The heat from water bathed me. A sunset sprinkled me with light.
Along came a mother and carrage. She stopped with babby and another small child. They all giggled and played looking at the wter below. The darkness was apon us.
Growing tired I started home. Were the sounds that I had heard ghosts of the past? I walked quickly toward my home. The birds had stopped singing and all I could hear now was the fireworks in the distance.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

 

Bombed

Today and tomorrow I will hid in my bunker. All thr animals are hidding roo. The sound of battle is near. The fireworks bring the sound of war to me. As a youth we had no money to spend like this. as an adult it is hard for me to enjoy, In the city the houses across from each other shiot bottle rockets at everyone. Now it is the noise of guns mixedin.
Here where I live they bomb the woods!!!

 

tagged

http://winsomegunningartwalk.com/
The Artist taggged me and I promise to follow thru after this week end

. Now what do I do!!!! I cant' think!! Ah now I catch on!
1. awarded to Lloyd’s Art Info. This is a very special site where Lloyd shares his `real’ journey as an artist. His latest works are inspirational and reflect the truth of his journey. If you are interested in art this is definitely a must see site.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

 

Sold at Fresh Express

the 17-year cicadas
sold

 

A new series


Title .. Children of God
This is a large Acrylic about 24 x 36 It takes up the whole wall in the kitchen!

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