Unless you walk a dog ( or two ), or have reason to stand at the curb while the fire department hooks up it’s hose to the hydrant in front of your burning house, you’d likely never take notice of fire hydrants.
Asheville has a preponderance of fire hydrants that are, aside from being vintage in appearance, all different and quirky.
My newest subjects:
Meet Byron of Forsythe Street-
Cloud liked him. Showered him with affection too…
We left the Caribbean after 15 years for the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains and this remarkable small/big, urbane/rustic ,city/town of Asheville. And took the doggies with us. I think even dogs’ appearances are enhanced by the addition of haberdashery.
Cuba is of the opinion it was more like chicanery than haberdashery.
After tricking them and training them for 3 months with bacon, I was able to get them into the airline approved crates to begin this monumental upheaval from island life to mainland life via planes, vans and cars. It was not easy, it was not swift, but we are here and after all, WHERE’S THE FIRE?
Tags: Asheville NC, Dogs, oil painting, Vintage Fire Hydrants
February 28, 2016 at 8:00 pm |
Welcome back to the blogosphere. You were missed.
February 29, 2016 at 1:55 pm |
WordPress became like riding a bike- it was many years in between then and now, but I got most of my balance back.
February 29, 2016 at 12:20 am |
Yay. You posted. Welcome back. Love your fire hydrant. I await more posts.
February 29, 2016 at 1:54 pm |
Thanks Carol- I was determined to figure it out. Still figuring it out! Forgot how much I enjoyed blogging.
February 29, 2016 at 4:37 pm |
I join you in celebrating your return to the canvas and the pen (well, OK the keyboard). Keep the words and the images coming!
March 1, 2016 at 5:52 pm |
I, for one, am thrilled you are back (and in more than one capacity).
March 1, 2016 at 7:16 pm |
Thanks Sharon- I missed it- all of it. You know all about moving and the upheaval it entails.