This was the first of Ross's 400-some TV paintings -- 31 seasons, 403 episodes over a 40-year period on PBS.
And he did each painting in 30 minutes.
Ross, who died in 1995, still has a Youtube channel with hundreds of thousands of subscribers. His paintings are in collections across the country, including the Smithsonian. However they're rarely up for sale -- Bob Ross Inc. owns many of the originals. Even the museums who own Ross paintings usually got them as donations. (For an appraiser, this is an automatic signal: strong provenance, combined with rarity, generally equals Big Bucks. It's called "replacement of like and kind" in appraisal talk -- but if there are few 'comps,' or comparisons, the values often go up.)
Ross was an adequate painter. But his real gift was encouragement.
'There's no secret to this. Anyone can paint. All you need is a dream in your heart and a little practice,' Ross said in his first episode.
And he kept that easygoing approach the rest of his life.
The shoe was excavated by archeologists in the western village of Dürrnberg, where rock salt mining took place from as early as the Iron Age, it said in a recent press release...
Archeologists discovered the shoe among other organic remains, including a fragment of a wooden shovel blade, as well as remains of fur with lacing that might have come from a fur hood. The remnants of the shoe’s lacing found preserved were likely made of flax or linen, according to the release. (A kid's US size twelve -- or Euro 30 -- in case you're wondering.)
While I appreciate the archeologists' careful work, etc etc...I had an entirely different take on their discovery.
Observation #1: Our kids were forever losing things that should have stayed connected to them: coats, mittens, socks, shoes and sandals. And inevitably it was just one of the pair. We usually discovered the item was missing at the last minute, when we were headed somewhere, and it was time to put them on. I'm convinced some of these ghost wearables disappeared out the car window while I was driving, based on similar things noticed alongside the road.
But did the girlies know where the missing item(s) were? Nope, they magically disappeared. I can't think of many times that we found them, either.
Observation #2: I can just hear the prehistoric mom about all this -- probably halfway home:
'You left your shoe WHERE? Back in the mine, along with your jacket and shovel?? We don't have time to go back and get them. And I don't have time to make you new shoes and a coat -- what am I going to do with you!?!
Hey, what can you do... just love 'em. No doubt one of our daughters' leather sandals will reappear in a dig hundreds or thousands of years from now. Let the scientists wonder where the other one is!
This cartoon, to our girlies, was the first sign that autumn had come...and Christmas wasn't far behind! Sadly, we can all sing the "Thanks, Mr. Jackie" song verbatim, thanks to seeing it umpteen bazillion times.
Now that we're not schlepping to Fort Garland or parts elsewhere, looking for a house (NINE trips), other things are finishing up, including appraisal reports (yay!) and collecting money for the house payment (booo...). We've also started looking for furniture -- when you move into a fifth-wheel, you don't keep much in that department.
The weather has moderated: warm but not overpowering, and some nice cool nights for sleeping. Colorado's fall leaves change quickly up in the mountains, but down here in the flatlands, it takes a bit longer. At least those#@!! grasshoppersare quickly disappearing.
Odd photos from history, including the world's largest horse. PLus this little gem, featuring one of the strangest artists in history -- Salvador Dali. (It took 28 tries to get this photo right.)
I do feel badly his 27-year marriage is coming to an end. Long unions like this are growing increasingly rare. (In case you're wondering, the Brick and I are staying together -- hopefully for another 41 1/2 years.)
Is President Biden tottering and doddering on purpose? I had not thought about this intriguing possibility, but a Phil Hartman 'President Reagan - Mastermind' skit on SNL was mentioned as possible 'proof.' Interesting to think about...
Odd facts behind some very silly comedies. Did you know Bob Barker and Chuck Norris lived next door to each other... and Norris taught him how to fight during the making of Caddyshack?
No, it's not celebrating Son #1, the cardshark. (Who's really good at it, by the way.)
Not these guys, either.
The Discovery Channel started this 'tradition' back in 1988, in honor of our oceanside chompers. Frankly, I thought the original Jaws movie was stupid. What idiots would go out in the water, and seemingly ASK for the shark to get them?
But I kind of enjoy the tension of other shark-related movies. Will the hero/heroine get away? Get chomped? What about the little kid? (There's always one, staring wide-eyed at what's going on. Or a clueless bimbo. In a bikini.) Who's next on the list? Deep Blue Sea's got my overall vote... because you not only have the Mama (who's terrifying)...but a whole shiver of babies.
I know. Pathetic. The Brick thinks my love of shark movies, from The Shallows to The Meg, is silly. I don't care -- as long as he'll watch them with me. Big sighs and eyes rolled back to the ceiling are tolerated. After all, he's the one who grew up oceanside in Jacksonville, North Carolina -- not me.
Fix yourself a 'Blood in the Water' shark drink, and settle down to enjoy these fishy bits and pieces. Chum, if you will. (Jello shots a la predator are nice, too.)
Who knows -- you may enjoy Shark Week. Just don't bite off more than you can chew.