Farrier & His Horse Named Finn

Remember I talked about my friend’s coffee shop? Always interesting folks would show up there, anyone from travelers from foreign lands to Border Patrol Agents to cowboys, farmers and businessmen, and a farrier.

The farrier’s wife worked at a national park, and one of his jobs was shoeing horses.

(I wondered where the word “farrier” came from. According to The New Oxford American Dictionary, it is from a mid-16th century, Old French word “ferrier”, which, from the Latin ferrarius, from ferrum ‘iron, horseshoe’.”) It interested me to know that.

This farrier was gracious enough to let me photograph him shoeing his horse, “Finn.” Finn is a beauty, quite patient. So is the farrier with his craft.

After driving out to their place, I was able to get an entire memory card full of the photos of them working. I was happy to see the healthy feet of the horse and the wonderful work of the craftsman. The shoes fit well.  (I thought it would hurt my back dreadfully to bend over like that for very long.)

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Finn & the Farrier – 18″x 22″ – Oil ©Bohlender

I love painting horses, their textures, their well defined personalities and forms. I also have loved painting skilled workmen, their tools and clothing.

Mr. Farrier has this painting, wherever they are now. I am happy it is theirs.

 

Community Library

I was reminded of this work by a post on FaceBook by the people who run the George Walker House Bed and Breakfast in Paradise, Arizona. It snowed there today.  But I’m not writing about them today, even though you might look them up on the web. They are expert birders, chocolate makers, and talented stained glass makers, as well as gracious hosts.

There are about nine different biomes in the “Sky Islands” area of Arizona, New Mexico  and Mexico, ranging from arid desert to 7000 ft. mountains.  Different plants and animals survive and thrive in desert and mountains, and it is one of the most prominent birding places, being on a migrational route. But I am not writing today about the natural splendor of the area, or the National Monument, (though I will in the future), today only about a community in the Chiricahua Mountains that is named “Portal”.

The climate and acclaim of Portal draws people from all over the United States, many upon retirement. Portal lays claim to a very educated population, bringing with them their expertise in all matters of science including stargazing, biology, geography, history, entomology, and more. The Chiricahua Gallery is there, with some very good art and some of community interest. Many people volunteer to “sit the gallery” to keep it available, and they offer community lessons in art. They are worthy of acclaim as well, as active and knowledgeable as they all are. However, that is not what I am writing about today, either.

In the center of the charming hamlet is an old school building, that has been converted into a library, setting immediately next to the post office.

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Portal Library – Watercolor

Sycamore tree and American Flag by the porch of the post office. Both are watercolor.

The second flag painting is a tribute to 9-11. There are watermarks on these images, just not as apparent as Tom’s painting.

The library in itself is a special little place, having a fine selection of books and friendly volunteers. The volunteers that make it even greater, offering library help, but also special activities throughout the year for children and adults. It is a community gathering place. Many “meet and greet” at the post office and library.

The Library painting hangs in the Library in Portal. It is an honor to “hang” there. I do not remember where the other two are, but I loved painting them. I love the sycamore tree, the creek running near by, and the memory of times there.

Portal also boasts of an exceptional all volunteer fire department and rescue.

I enjoy working in watercolor at special times, when I want to cozy in and work smaller. It is a special mode to sketch in the drawing, working from light to dark – instead of dark to light as in oil painting. Leaving the white spaces bright enough is vital. While working, watercolor is a much more precise medium than oils – there is little room for error, even though in other ways there is so much more freedom.  I keep some rags ready for absorbing. My brushes are always Windsor & Newton Series 7 – I think they are the best in every way. My paints are usually either Windsor & Newson or Daniel Smith.  I really like the heavier watercolor paper, preferably Arches 300 lb. rough or cold press, (but I do not scrub much).

 

A Friend

The “random” setting on my screensaver brings memories and works to mind. Today my friend Tom went by, and my heart was happy to remember him.

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I can’t remember the exact size, but it must have been 12″x 16″ or so, in oil. I hope I named it “My Friend Tom Tom”. That’s what I’ll call it today. He usually doesn’t wear a watermark across his neck, that it there to stop people from making posters and mugs of things that isn’t of their own creating. So, I apologize for that distraction.

Tom, himself, is wonderful, a kind and determined man.

I don’t think he’s mind me telling you that the sign on his office wall read, “Never give up! Never give up! Never give up!” He magnified the things he could work with, and suffered the things he suffered with equal grace and determination.

He ran a coffee shop, which in its day, was the best. He said he liked to “create experiences” when he made your coffee or whatever was your delight.  He also had hair, but at this point in time, he didn’t. I thought he was feisty and nice looking.

We moved away and I no longer hang my work in his shop or see Tom, but I think of him occasionally, when I drink coffee, or look at the cabinet he traded me that I now use for art supply storage. Lovely. He is no less my friend just because I do not see him.

The painting itself is one of my favorites that I’ve done. I didn’t struggle with it then, but now I wonder how I painted it. He owns the painting, and last I saw, it was hanging in his shop.

I praise God for Tom Tom.