tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202022942024-03-14T02:21:42.073-04:00Fine Art DailyEvery day I try to paint & share a bit of my world & work. This is life with Best Beloved, the Pouting Princess, the Tall One, cats, the weedy garden and the dust bunny-riddled house. I also offer friendly and professional illustration & design services. (Best of Show ADDY in 2011 for Illustration and 13 ADDY Awards for Illustration and Design in 5 years!) Please email me at fineartdaily@gmail.com. Own an original! Visit http://www.chestertownspy.com, too!Fine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.comBlogger1895125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-42152371243512571952016-12-13T10:55:00.003-05:002016-12-13T10:55:56.640-05:00Fine Art Daily - December 12, 2016<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifItMbnGOHn7DZT1qcOmVIaLd01ZBhLSDlFXITosUsWrZeIrAbcfb27OCBa23waDsVhs2yPZGNiblmj3Ye_XKxRKlIZGk6diNMTU52fpOEuZl-A-Zl-KzCEa3Pu4JHr7Ptk2m8kw/s1600/IMG_4104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifItMbnGOHn7DZT1qcOmVIaLd01ZBhLSDlFXITosUsWrZeIrAbcfb27OCBa23waDsVhs2yPZGNiblmj3Ye_XKxRKlIZGk6diNMTU52fpOEuZl-A-Zl-KzCEa3Pu4JHr7Ptk2m8kw/s400/IMG_4104.JPG" width="400" height="400" /></a></div>
It's Christmas in New Bern. On the 12th Day of Advent you can wander downtown near the water and see this jolly old bear, dress to the nines for Christmas.
“It struck him that how you spent Christmas was a message to the world about where you were in life, some indication of how deep a hole you had managed to burrow for yourself”
― Nick HornbyFine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-26766246366733814442016-12-10T16:40:00.000-05:002016-12-10T16:40:03.058-05:00Fine Art Daily - December 10, 2016<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieVq2gIoC6TswX5SV_9xnB_GfqIFJsDkXTD67qeuA9oK7kbGGKnys4VtmUb6hyphenhyphenuHVLc3Z09kxPwqSPgmUD1h0d5FiL2pKiDI9-4UBxhQVMH-GUb2LGCMtwvOLKQVFBWqgo6_LY9w/s1600/FAD_December+10+2016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieVq2gIoC6TswX5SV_9xnB_GfqIFJsDkXTD67qeuA9oK7kbGGKnys4VtmUb6hyphenhyphenuHVLc3Z09kxPwqSPgmUD1h0d5FiL2pKiDI9-4UBxhQVMH-GUb2LGCMtwvOLKQVFBWqgo6_LY9w/s400/FAD_December+10+2016.jpg" width="400" height="400" /></a></div>
It's Christmas in New Bern! On the 10th day of Advent mosey up Craven Street to see this sweet, simple beribboned bough of greens.
“Gifts of time and love are surely the basic ingredients of a truly merry Christmas.”
― Peg BrackenFine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-66677748143509320692016-12-10T16:37:00.001-05:002016-12-10T16:37:07.326-05:00Fine Art Daily - December 9, 2016<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilxZWPRnBwozfrU-Otg8Y7M_5NiHwvdvcnM9aK2-Q1FaqhoC-reZSh2P-O0m5gXKiZ0U9O_u7YYT_C1UsrFUUvPW4ANpqJO733cCwR9RM4dsYN35rCTu24WGLPdJgtifs1MX5BoQ/s1600/FAD+December+9+2016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilxZWPRnBwozfrU-Otg8Y7M_5NiHwvdvcnM9aK2-Q1FaqhoC-reZSh2P-O0m5gXKiZ0U9O_u7YYT_C1UsrFUUvPW4ANpqJO733cCwR9RM4dsYN35rCTu24WGLPdJgtifs1MX5BoQ/s400/FAD+December+9+2016.jpg" width="400" height="400" /></a></div>
It's Christmas in New Bern. On the Ninth Day of Advent wander along New Street until you find this elegant and simple wreath.
“Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart. ”
― Washington IrvingFine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-25676498380049316222016-12-08T14:10:00.002-05:002016-12-08T14:10:21.932-05:00Fine Art Daily - December 8, 2016<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjghX8OFtjDQscvi8pc5GpthInCN4i-SuqbeGHjZGxZgmSAKXHN-htUBOvv_ZBCtA-R6ycbNFI7F4iP9Z2Wj6om3Q-k8g5xLK6BKqWvUqyOYQK65HOVC7bcJKg03jmuqLW47qt2aQ/s1600/FAD_December+8+2016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjghX8OFtjDQscvi8pc5GpthInCN4i-SuqbeGHjZGxZgmSAKXHN-htUBOvv_ZBCtA-R6ycbNFI7F4iP9Z2Wj6om3Q-k8g5xLK6BKqWvUqyOYQK65HOVC7bcJKg03jmuqLW47qt2aQ/s400/FAD_December+8+2016.jpg" width="400" height="400" /></a></div>
It's Christmas in New Bern! It's the Eighth Day of Advent. Wander up Craven Street and see if you can spot this buoyant wreath.
“There are some wonderful aspects to Christmas. It's magical. And each year, from at least November, well, September, well, if I'm honest, May, I look forward to it hugely.”
― Miranda HartFine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-12331744008391663612016-12-07T14:20:00.001-05:002016-12-07T14:20:20.768-05:00Fine Art Daily - December 7, 2016<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvJEa34p_H2RYzuMmvnNVS5O_hnCDvjHUIpxOu3rlcDjqtNWe83Y-R5j0ZyrK_xmKAh5dYrxbYis4r7Bum-ti0oWzX3xf_03Ow4yyRb8AN4G8We8XF5zRjsmTG80d6nRXsmW0mnA/s1600/FAD_Dec+7+2016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvJEa34p_H2RYzuMmvnNVS5O_hnCDvjHUIpxOu3rlcDjqtNWe83Y-R5j0ZyrK_xmKAh5dYrxbYis4r7Bum-ti0oWzX3xf_03Ow4yyRb8AN4G8We8XF5zRjsmTG80d6nRXsmW0mnA/s400/FAD_Dec+7+2016.jpg" width="400" height="400" /></a></div>
Another holiday wreath spotted in Charleston, SC.
“A little nonsense now and then, is relished by the wisest men.”
-Roald DahlFine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-91092441615785503212016-12-07T14:18:00.001-05:002016-12-07T14:18:52.959-05:00Fine Art Daily - December 6, 2016<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP64iAKXv5HoLDv9vSIXpAlxDzBcRE7HVWm7y93z32nGUUXsW_3wtjdxZijLaWSX8nSzaDBezpVbOqvlDXA5sM5fwexz50FyCSABiEDyr3jRYeBOnKOLozOH1d_txDek1efsmYNA/s1600/FAD_December+6+2016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP64iAKXv5HoLDv9vSIXpAlxDzBcRE7HVWm7y93z32nGUUXsW_3wtjdxZijLaWSX8nSzaDBezpVbOqvlDXA5sM5fwexz50FyCSABiEDyr3jRYeBOnKOLozOH1d_txDek1efsmYNA/s400/FAD_December+6+2016.jpg" width="400" height="400" /></a></div>
The Sixth Day of Advent. A very festive wreath we saw in Charleston, SC.
“It's impossible to make your eyes twinkle if you aren't feeling twinkly yourself.”
Roald Dahl
Fine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-54179639974859340512016-12-05T11:27:00.003-05:002016-12-05T11:27:56.865-05:00Fine Art Daily, December 5, 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4hw2eDpgcSC3gLGFoLQ2KZ8bJbLqFzRqPGoAp_6rUzCTrwjHUj99VlVhMxWZD3_oxgpB7jLQ4IQzDmUEnp3P__3ZyVnTf3SAozxgbv9xEnlyS_RWunOONLN_6yCDjyVV-uPYKcQ/s1600/FAD+December+5+2016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4hw2eDpgcSC3gLGFoLQ2KZ8bJbLqFzRqPGoAp_6rUzCTrwjHUj99VlVhMxWZD3_oxgpB7jLQ4IQzDmUEnp3P__3ZyVnTf3SAozxgbv9xEnlyS_RWunOONLN_6yCDjyVV-uPYKcQ/s400/FAD+December+5+2016.jpg" width="400" height="400" /></a></div>
It's Christmas in New Bern! Day Five of Advent.
“A lovely thing about Christmas is that it's compulsory, like a thunderstorm, and we all go through it together.”
― Garrison Keillor
@newbernillustratedFine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-67395899289361191952016-12-02T16:01:00.001-05:002016-12-05T11:36:40.686-05:00Fine Art Daily - December 2, 2016<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhag7UYed-QU13-rMNfKp_xAiNWWx3_fKXgfWFXCjAzO3bsA2G-SAbkFvZhTEqAM2zhOKvQatmE3LHCJSv-z2M5XEifIahyphenhyphenec_VJs8gjvVb6HELUxqQBgKEZL7LGXnb6GX6sdDcnA/s1600/IMG_3967+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhag7UYed-QU13-rMNfKp_xAiNWWx3_fKXgfWFXCjAzO3bsA2G-SAbkFvZhTEqAM2zhOKvQatmE3LHCJSv-z2M5XEifIahyphenhyphenec_VJs8gjvVb6HELUxqQBgKEZL7LGXnb6GX6sdDcnA/s400/IMG_3967+%25281%2529.JPG" width="400" height="400" /></a></div>
It's a New Bern Christmas! Day 2 of Advent. This is a fabulous wreath on Johnson Street.
“At Christmas play and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year.”
― Thomas TusserFine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-55114249506508768212016-12-01T07:41:00.001-05:002016-12-01T07:41:46.595-05:00Fine Art Daily, December 1, 2016<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiamN73ZxXvzxwbqSAEE5DKvFH3lPsuwDQ3RqxwaPRxeqAiVTCveB1Mo2MqaMSHOVBB1bO5JlIVyMdHHtXLi4N4U6rU3AIz9D6-MNFhUj54RDOt7Gya5a3yKi1uZrVj-Kslfb3dqw/s1600/15203387_1790765734521608_2922517172182478205_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiamN73ZxXvzxwbqSAEE5DKvFH3lPsuwDQ3RqxwaPRxeqAiVTCveB1Mo2MqaMSHOVBB1bO5JlIVyMdHHtXLi4N4U6rU3AIz9D6-MNFhUj54RDOt7Gya5a3yKi1uZrVj-Kslfb3dqw/s400/15203387_1790765734521608_2922517172182478205_n.jpg" width="400" height="400" /></a></div>
Happy First Day of Advent.
“In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it 'Christmas' and went to church; the Jews called it 'Hanukkah' and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say 'Merry Christmas!' or 'Happy Hanukkah!' or (to the atheists) 'Look out for the wall!”
― Dave BarryFine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-50153885475029807822015-12-17T17:54:00.000-05:002015-12-17T17:54:03.473-05:00Fine Art Daily - December 18, 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4DE_O0tA1NhmD_qCHkjuMh_AQe5JyO48U41dVPTTBj_2FKnbk7amjIatdTIC8UnpWqtNGU0icL0IKvSkCEIgnFNanRnTcTp9HuRXJkol-Jm_2WmfX_QeHi-rkrjow1_G8HiHu9A/s1600/december182015web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4DE_O0tA1NhmD_qCHkjuMh_AQe5JyO48U41dVPTTBj_2FKnbk7amjIatdTIC8UnpWqtNGU0icL0IKvSkCEIgnFNanRnTcTp9HuRXJkol-Jm_2WmfX_QeHi-rkrjow1_G8HiHu9A/s400/december182015web.jpg" /></a></div>
"I haven't got time in my life to do all the things I should be doing, like running and dieting and decorating my house, buying some furniture."
– Jennifer Saunders
Fine Art Daily is sneaking away for the holidays. Merry, merry, gentle readers. And a Happy New Year!Fine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-41659207441606994792015-12-16T19:19:00.001-05:002015-12-16T19:19:09.248-05:00Fine Art Daily - December 17, 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1jsytt7z_NKPD5lYDygPDSg9TQ45oil2xqcjcg2-7RYdlTr4jXY3E5JzrZF-GoZEBzorYAQqZ6VBqD0f4FZhs4Mm66-IjtPLHs4TpIHCrqgJ8FWP7EdMk0Vry-mvn5uwH04nl-A/s1600/FAD_December172015_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1jsytt7z_NKPD5lYDygPDSg9TQ45oil2xqcjcg2-7RYdlTr4jXY3E5JzrZF-GoZEBzorYAQqZ6VBqD0f4FZhs4Mm66-IjtPLHs4TpIHCrqgJ8FWP7EdMk0Vry-mvn5uwH04nl-A/s400/FAD_December172015_web.jpg" /></a></div>
"Christmas isn't just a day, it's a frame of mind."
~ Valentine Davies
Hot pink door with bauble wreath seen on Metcalf Street, New Bern, NC.Fine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-50799214122741272812015-12-15T18:24:00.001-05:002015-12-15T18:24:24.682-05:00Fine Art Daily - December 16, 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVY40egBAvm4rNxW3jJ2a9zcohEaOrDOr19pBpC1njlZihF3yCij82LhQ_AFycW8E4yVgfBJBl-cIz5KzZGOzJdOYC-OEzCs-X0xc2M4LH-YbB4UjGoLR-zDocO4KU97w9gmBEdw/s1600/FAD_December162015_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVY40egBAvm4rNxW3jJ2a9zcohEaOrDOr19pBpC1njlZihF3yCij82LhQ_AFycW8E4yVgfBJBl-cIz5KzZGOzJdOYC-OEzCs-X0xc2M4LH-YbB4UjGoLR-zDocO4KU97w9gmBEdw/s400/FAD_December162015_web.jpg" /></a></div>
"Sing hey! Sing hey!
For Christmas Day;
Twine mistletoe and holly.
For a friendship glows
In winter snows,
And so let's all be jolly!"
~Author Unknown
A beribboned basket of greens seen on New Street, New Bern, NC.Fine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-30861067708497861302015-12-14T22:42:00.001-05:002015-12-14T22:42:22.298-05:00Fine Art Daily - December 15, 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn-mU5ZH-6OM1O3AIbr5jMkR7s90hPWIdgOX5QmVZgw_efeAy2BLkXl2Kq6gfq2-kF8_WAenW_cC191r0qxT7FFADZdURsBGkHS1f80F73CqHHnv3IRQnFx5tSqTlN-QZfDyTNkw/s1600/FAD_Dec152015_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn-mU5ZH-6OM1O3AIbr5jMkR7s90hPWIdgOX5QmVZgw_efeAy2BLkXl2Kq6gfq2-kF8_WAenW_cC191r0qxT7FFADZdURsBGkHS1f80F73CqHHnv3IRQnFx5tSqTlN-QZfDyTNkw/s400/FAD_Dec152015_web.jpg" /></a></div>
“In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it 'Christmas' and went to church; the Jews called it 'Hanukkah' and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say 'Merry Christmas!' or 'Happy Hanukkah!' or (to the atheists) 'Look out for the wall!”
― Dave Barry
Through the stable doors at Tryon Palace, New Bern, NC.Fine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-78710806328271854292015-12-13T18:17:00.000-05:002015-12-13T18:17:06.309-05:00December 14, 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsimnt60pKxv8XDNlBJVMpQnXzAOto_uOFXp8PyNsg0ic7QL_RSmVhs4ZUc7k6zsYowQVz7o6ol6r-YEUA966SE0eBF_06Sp4U0mKSWkTRHWkSvyMdGwky5GMELKIWssQ7LZ5svg/s1600/FAD_Dec142015_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsimnt60pKxv8XDNlBJVMpQnXzAOto_uOFXp8PyNsg0ic7QL_RSmVhs4ZUc7k6zsYowQVz7o6ol6r-YEUA966SE0eBF_06Sp4U0mKSWkTRHWkSvyMdGwky5GMELKIWssQ7LZ5svg/s400/FAD_Dec142015_web.jpg" /></a></div>
Happy Monday!
“Mistletoe," said Luna dreamily, pointing at a large clump of white berries placed almost over Harry's head. He jumped out from under it.
"Good thinking," said Luna seriously. "It's often infested with nargles.”
― J.K. RowlingFine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-946235648298615562015-12-10T18:53:00.002-05:002015-12-10T18:53:39.641-05:00Fine Art Daily - December 11, 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj76WwgDUc324N_DF9Kb-iKAUm2xgdt3LEJbijCS76NCssWLrz3gULJ1apbP88uxMOAnm4r6fL9-JIDX8_CJJ8oXA7YckYqDpLP-BNVn7INZMmbPAM200WbQ5fAgskJ8fJP3TyB9w/s1600/FAD_Dec112015_JudgeBear_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj76WwgDUc324N_DF9Kb-iKAUm2xgdt3LEJbijCS76NCssWLrz3gULJ1apbP88uxMOAnm4r6fL9-JIDX8_CJJ8oXA7YckYqDpLP-BNVn7INZMmbPAM200WbQ5fAgskJ8fJP3TyB9w/s400/FAD_Dec112015_JudgeBear_web.jpg" /></a></div>
"There ain't no Sanity Clause!"
– Chico Marx
But there are dozens of fiberglass bears all around New Bern. This is "Judge Bear", splendid in his robes, sporting a seasonal Santa hat. He stands on Broad Street, in front of the Chesnutt, Clemmons and Peacock law offices.Fine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-35977009093828737222015-12-09T20:59:00.003-05:002015-12-09T20:59:55.086-05:00Fine Art Daily - December 10, 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhITFMn4HphNOlnSpV6S4CtycLY7ydlLPqoPYFIqZcSn0bdr_aZm_2UYOGmovuPPDdaLSnRjG5Qu0GtLWLMAIP7E2twI8H6MSFZc7r-WTJkLpPEGIhluKmAoUn-pVaibv_Wht3DzQ/s1600/FAD_December102015_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhITFMn4HphNOlnSpV6S4CtycLY7ydlLPqoPYFIqZcSn0bdr_aZm_2UYOGmovuPPDdaLSnRjG5Qu0GtLWLMAIP7E2twI8H6MSFZc7r-WTJkLpPEGIhluKmAoUn-pVaibv_Wht3DzQ/s400/FAD_December102015_web.jpg" /></a></div>
"Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart."
– Washington Irving
The Stanly House, on George Street, in New Bern, NC.
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'Santa Claus has the right idea. Visit people only once a year.'
– Victor Borge
Front door wreath seen on the corner of George and Broad, New Bern, NC. Fine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-25457805284115992962015-12-07T19:53:00.001-05:002015-12-07T19:53:44.859-05:00Fine Art Daily - December 8, 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9uSpfj7oLP0K4wfUHmq24hkj5EmiUtDc2KLszlGR4gAOaLtWYW_QByZlxdIUH2H9bnOx5uGtkKPYbRcQDA5_pcB-SFZOkNt8byhl6ArQH3I2k-H5FKqyB9b1EClTzTnsy5ZxyQQ/s1600/FAD_December82015_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9uSpfj7oLP0K4wfUHmq24hkj5EmiUtDc2KLszlGR4gAOaLtWYW_QByZlxdIUH2H9bnOx5uGtkKPYbRcQDA5_pcB-SFZOkNt8byhl6ArQH3I2k-H5FKqyB9b1EClTzTnsy5ZxyQQ/s400/FAD_December82015_web.jpg" /></a></div>
"I do like Christmas on the whole.... In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But it is clumsier every year."
– E.M. Forster
A festive doorway spotted on Craven Street in New Bern, NC.
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“A small and sinister snow seems to be coming down relentlessly at present. The radio says it is eventually going to be sleet and rain, but I don't think so; I think it is just going to go on and on, coming down, until the whole world...etc. It has that look.”
― Edward Gorey
A porch seen on New Street, New Bern.Fine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-15952853946399265452015-12-03T20:33:00.001-05:002015-12-03T20:33:06.550-05:00Fine Art Daily - December 4, 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-Lj1TGBH2E4yJJ3DRCWuEjCrSrEtg4skCivM1_hea4bGa8yKsNSl8yjaOXCOpN9ad_oeeVwco1xxfljjw1n_Xu4atGyLNj01hFxI6Qy8duqNygI3syGeV5_q9WI609io0vC31Q/s1600/FAD_December42015_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-Lj1TGBH2E4yJJ3DRCWuEjCrSrEtg4skCivM1_hea4bGa8yKsNSl8yjaOXCOpN9ad_oeeVwco1xxfljjw1n_Xu4atGyLNj01hFxI6Qy8duqNygI3syGeV5_q9WI609io0vC31Q/s400/FAD_December42015_web.jpg" /></a></div>
"To perceive Christmas through its wrapping becomes more difficult with every year."
– E.B. White
Christmas wreath on gate at Tryon Palace, Pollock Street, New Bern, NC.Fine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-87190184050235915742015-12-02T19:42:00.001-05:002015-12-03T06:38:37.613-05:00December 3, 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMmUMlrJ_Lq3yvIQ29z6rEkQO9CO4or5zDT05cOLr2P9NYEYET7ZJse0Dejfd8bfp3VNfJVVC4wQrBMcDUldfhzVJ-qm-eU3E2sV36EptHtPXO5fIMdL7EWb2q4QmdvlZvCf1TFQ/s1600/FAD_December32015_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMmUMlrJ_Lq3yvIQ29z6rEkQO9CO4or5zDT05cOLr2P9NYEYET7ZJse0Dejfd8bfp3VNfJVVC4wQrBMcDUldfhzVJ-qm-eU3E2sV36EptHtPXO5fIMdL7EWb2q4QmdvlZvCf1TFQ/s400/FAD_December32015_web.jpg" /></a></div>
"I went to a general store but they wouldn't let me buy anything specific."
– Steven Wright
This is the venerable Mitchell Hardware Store on Craven Street in New Bern, NC. Ready for Christmas, and any other eventuality. <a href="http://www.mitchellhardwareonline.com/">http://www.mitchellhardwareonline.com/</a>Fine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-54708449937044950932015-12-01T18:44:00.001-05:002015-12-01T18:44:28.748-05:00Fine Art Daily - December 2, 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeq3kjQC4ghe82g2sRKJBJ1yczoeb3mhU9LHV5D6Krp8gPWaQUp9DLKCQYI56GEpO_V2LKUedPhfiCKoBwf9N-i9SWkJqEralMV3YJm4tnTaAAVNf5rS9OkvmKk8BOCmqIprS3_w/s1600/FAD_December22015_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeq3kjQC4ghe82g2sRKJBJ1yczoeb3mhU9LHV5D6Krp8gPWaQUp9DLKCQYI56GEpO_V2LKUedPhfiCKoBwf9N-i9SWkJqEralMV3YJm4tnTaAAVNf5rS9OkvmKk8BOCmqIprS3_w/s400/FAD_December22015_web.jpg" /></a></div>
"Flowers seem intended for a solace of ordinary humanity."
- John Ruskin
A wreath seen on Hancock Street, New Bern.Fine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-59073789069278374582015-11-30T18:56:00.002-05:002015-11-30T18:56:24.530-05:00Fine Art Daily - December 1, 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJD7RG4kMfggSkO87xnW9pplMIHuUlm04hxpHbl27lw3EaGDr5ywXXxJAKrdsWSQxIC9YJttn46wZHdkV6TIpP5CHgN46V8L3rSy5C-jY_3PYOqTqg5e2eufDPqYnRod063O3kvg/s1600/December2015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJD7RG4kMfggSkO87xnW9pplMIHuUlm04hxpHbl27lw3EaGDr5ywXXxJAKrdsWSQxIC9YJttn46wZHdkV6TIpP5CHgN46V8L3rSy5C-jY_3PYOqTqg5e2eufDPqYnRod063O3kvg/s400/December2015.jpg" /></a></div>
"Now the seasons are closing their files
on each of us, the heavy drawers
full of certificates rolling back
into the tree trunks, a few old papers
flocking away. Someone we loved
has fallen from our thoughts,
making a little, glittering splash
like a bicycle pushed by a breeze.
Otherwise, not much has happened;
we fell in love again, finding
that one red feather on the wind."
-Ted Kooser
A wreath seen on Craven Street, New Bern, NCFine Art Dailyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12650931650069338746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20202294.post-6539500017145865862015-11-29T19:38:00.002-05:002015-11-29T19:38:38.679-05:00Fine Art Daily - November 30, 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB-5_fF2x3NaTCqYzbZLFcp5uxzyqanoUisQbyQ6BZiSnis-dND-ndcv3KI04oMyjFe2tbNW0rtUl4beH6BniC_ID-GF3Da9ifEStfh-ZhT9-YewMNIa_Yr2sVIgzIpRCSD5gv1g/s1600/FAD_November302015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB-5_fF2x3NaTCqYzbZLFcp5uxzyqanoUisQbyQ6BZiSnis-dND-ndcv3KI04oMyjFe2tbNW0rtUl4beH6BniC_ID-GF3Da9ifEStfh-ZhT9-YewMNIa_Yr2sVIgzIpRCSD5gv1g/s400/FAD_November302015.jpg" /></a></div>
"November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring."
- Elizabeth Coatsworth
Picket fence seen on Metcalf Street, New Bern, NC
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"If you think about a Thanksgiving dinner, it's really like making a large chicken."
–Ina Garten
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