tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58190162528718628192024-03-05T04:57:47.125-08:00Diane Artz FurlongDiane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-81786394085995167542011-04-13T03:46:00.000-07:002011-04-13T03:50:27.335-07:00New Website<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjkpp9JMzXE1-pE2EHMbhrmU7q60sAHyp0y6z4mKbCWewC1SVDeXftzxkGs3Rls-bvX1YtGO5iidL4PwckN7tMODtffFNqHnfyJVXoL2DKstlc00wNleAcedofCJ2KLcLOq4Q1HzluS0/s1600/P1020275.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjkpp9JMzXE1-pE2EHMbhrmU7q60sAHyp0y6z4mKbCWewC1SVDeXftzxkGs3Rls-bvX1YtGO5iidL4PwckN7tMODtffFNqHnfyJVXoL2DKstlc00wNleAcedofCJ2KLcLOq4Q1HzluS0/s320/P1020275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595018730105695362" border="0" /></a><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span class="messageBody">Announcing the launch of my new web site, <a href="http://www.dartzfineart.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">www.dartzfineart.com</a>. I hope you will enjoy viewing something a little different. Please add your comments.</span></span></h6>Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-42829256653585230412010-10-10T05:15:00.000-07:002010-11-28T04:56:27.726-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgYtbBto0n2EaxI3ag-XV2y3Qm6upi-UVMOg2S8lCbkdV0vkks2Eol-v-vlAzOmFkSFcEjMbLVFdNN7cFZHBaGYkiiI81zCkLOAXmav9vUwFgDEGAD-n49ADRSZu6JlChmaQ7zAqb68_c/s1600/P1010782.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgYtbBto0n2EaxI3ag-XV2y3Qm6upi-UVMOg2S8lCbkdV0vkks2Eol-v-vlAzOmFkSFcEjMbLVFdNN7cFZHBaGYkiiI81zCkLOAXmav9vUwFgDEGAD-n49ADRSZu6JlChmaQ7zAqb68_c/s320/P1010782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526391159359747714" border="0" /></a>Morning Shadows Across the Field, pastel, 11x14, $300<br /><br /><br />I have a new web site currently in the works and have not been posting my latest art here. For all of you who enjoy my work I invite you to see what I am doing on Facebook. My fan page is DArtz (Diane Artz Furlong), artist. Click on the Facebook badge to the right.Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-40175302283057661862010-03-15T05:14:00.000-07:002010-11-28T04:45:43.289-08:00"Winter's Edge", pastel, 9x12, $300<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirvbamQIs1SPpPBkTAhPAFqHlTStTeqBpH7eh-Fh_uonZx3gaM5jl_VOTlAuJGhrNTL06k-IrjM3WnuIvLol7RV-P8QrTJj4sTDKZGi5z8lco5T3pLu8KnkhyphenhyphenzpiNpTVhcOEeV7pX0L0o/s1600-h/100_5598.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirvbamQIs1SPpPBkTAhPAFqHlTStTeqBpH7eh-Fh_uonZx3gaM5jl_VOTlAuJGhrNTL06k-IrjM3WnuIvLol7RV-P8QrTJj4sTDKZGi5z8lco5T3pLu8KnkhyphenhyphenzpiNpTVhcOEeV7pX0L0o/s320/100_5598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448833135004010994" border="0" /></a>Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-61966203748851359452010-03-03T07:29:00.000-08:002010-03-03T07:31:03.774-08:00Winter Nocturne II, pastel, 9x12<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbImpvpRuvRerokCQow6IKoxbnEyAjJOw9MYMIrtcCidaj8FXSE0IZqrQV1kaVPTlYpHRxryQ7pGVSMhvri3znmpG75qp5_4fVh_0rW9OCUDZ2oiHATtFdZ-neZjzpibKNHkWNcvhCq-k/s1600-h/100_5545.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbImpvpRuvRerokCQow6IKoxbnEyAjJOw9MYMIrtcCidaj8FXSE0IZqrQV1kaVPTlYpHRxryQ7pGVSMhvri3znmpG75qp5_4fVh_0rW9OCUDZ2oiHATtFdZ-neZjzpibKNHkWNcvhCq-k/s320/100_5545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444430277789103218" border="0" /></a>This is a memory painting of a walk in the winter moonlight.Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-36655657975299622122010-03-03T07:27:00.000-08:002010-11-28T04:46:33.709-08:00Little Springhouse at Fishers Hill, pastel, 9x12, SOLD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq40z-xWGaxB8M_4ZVhKEwA3pnAH4H5wUe8toBE3F70EUSR2eD7OOKmRqSUEKzTGtt8xNuH6mS1YPe5wY65HW7d9gHTr4soLTf-zWK3GfgvHSriVGSkyNH0rpsh9a7cIGnJrso8oaa9h0/s1600-h/100_5525.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq40z-xWGaxB8M_4ZVhKEwA3pnAH4H5wUe8toBE3F70EUSR2eD7OOKmRqSUEKzTGtt8xNuH6mS1YPe5wY65HW7d9gHTr4soLTf-zWK3GfgvHSriVGSkyNH0rpsh9a7cIGnJrso8oaa9h0/s320/100_5525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444429616765993938" border="0" /></a>An old limestone springhouse just off Copp Road in Fishers Hill, Virginia, is warmly illuminated by the setting sun on a cold winter day.Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-74457935004837773652010-03-03T07:24:00.000-08:002010-03-03T07:26:36.198-08:00Road Through the Storm, pastel, 9x12<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGxBOSZqF8zXGf6_JA2B8GgOnv_4wpgPoMYSZ-8d4I9IDplIT0Vw2u5sUml85SH6tX9KfX1lf_xm0Yn78EEYpfN-itkFciWv_w_W-m7MyLyyqHxCDgQER5vR7_3JlFBbxqUN5JPNpHw/s1600-h/100_5528.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGxBOSZqF8zXGf6_JA2B8GgOnv_4wpgPoMYSZ-8d4I9IDplIT0Vw2u5sUml85SH6tX9KfX1lf_xm0Yn78EEYpfN-itkFciWv_w_W-m7MyLyyqHxCDgQER5vR7_3JlFBbxqUN5JPNpHw/s320/100_5528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444428999502587922" border="0" /></a>Homeward bound through the mountain passes and a summer rainstorm.Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-6138414102882006442010-02-09T05:36:00.001-08:002010-11-28T04:46:55.356-08:00Harold's Shed II, pastel, 9x12, $300<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZqcDip-4nWhHIl1LNzDjs42nT1dZGccGfPgoxKRsr3ofN89r4rgBbCTBAfRpxCpQ2jbAuVqm9I2sQC0EQ6uyRKnItTPbVJXWJGjnzNh6oWAcOQBLk2bCVHPLuExiUSV_JNw-Sny4_7Cw/s1600-h/100_5490.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZqcDip-4nWhHIl1LNzDjs42nT1dZGccGfPgoxKRsr3ofN89r4rgBbCTBAfRpxCpQ2jbAuVqm9I2sQC0EQ6uyRKnItTPbVJXWJGjnzNh6oWAcOQBLk2bCVHPLuExiUSV_JNw-Sny4_7Cw/s320/100_5490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436237129563506242" border="0" /></a>Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-76920400589748685662010-02-03T04:08:00.000-08:002010-11-28T04:47:15.109-08:00Bleiler's Barns, pastel, 6 3/4x9, SOLD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJnG3TYRNJo4vWYF4NAiYD_vNUCcS7dr3b2GtmYS4eLcTurn-k3GwXLmKW_XtrL4icLS2U-Q0rLLsLUzvyw58QDIFwFKEhiUqm6UTl9fLeqSYCVp7RNXSUFt88rMW039v1Nxv2pNiobDs/s1600-h/100_5447-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJnG3TYRNJo4vWYF4NAiYD_vNUCcS7dr3b2GtmYS4eLcTurn-k3GwXLmKW_XtrL4icLS2U-Q0rLLsLUzvyw58QDIFwFKEhiUqm6UTl9fLeqSYCVp7RNXSUFt88rMW039v1Nxv2pNiobDs/s320/100_5447-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433988349459381410" border="0" /></a>Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-75542315208817878342010-01-20T08:31:00.000-08:002010-11-28T04:48:06.843-08:00Valley Dawn, pastel, 9x12, $300<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVV7LSmx6qx0hlfzf0fWnhzwIsE7L7ObUDzBCzrKW7r0jZRezVHLhe2Dsa9AWVrCrjZWVm9HwM5ha0xrBmRfyBmYGiHR0PAGUfHF9_H4mDcRDhrvYaISmV9toZVaQFNsf-uHH0wn_p0Pc/s1600-h/000_0497.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVV7LSmx6qx0hlfzf0fWnhzwIsE7L7ObUDzBCzrKW7r0jZRezVHLhe2Dsa9AWVrCrjZWVm9HwM5ha0xrBmRfyBmYGiHR0PAGUfHF9_H4mDcRDhrvYaISmV9toZVaQFNsf-uHH0wn_p0Pc/s320/000_0497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428860771027393714" border="0" /></a>A view toward the Massanutten Mountain range as the early dawn light casts a warm glow over a December landscape.Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-53137624069483266412010-01-15T08:52:00.000-08:002010-11-28T04:48:28.304-08:00Late Day Reflections, pastel, 6x12, SOLD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK7s7GWIDZ1GO7N1UUHoGxojrqYLFhB_xKUs4-9gRG0YrAcUlAiDFmQ1j0XpaYIe9OLqJlBbyVH9htT7EdzV1ZPgFfeqUNP9jde_jnopoiQYVroxgoxUXOsvbMEV5226tXvD8bhzcE1eU/s1600-h/GEDC0186.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK7s7GWIDZ1GO7N1UUHoGxojrqYLFhB_xKUs4-9gRG0YrAcUlAiDFmQ1j0XpaYIe9OLqJlBbyVH9htT7EdzV1ZPgFfeqUNP9jde_jnopoiQYVroxgoxUXOsvbMEV5226tXvD8bhzcE1eU/s320/GEDC0186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427010765820567282" border="0" /></a>Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-29848100448194514022010-01-15T08:49:00.000-08:002010-01-15T08:52:08.658-08:00Winter Morning, pastel, 9x12<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvha_yx3sq1Q1EvMhDSNA1Y0RlLfzVQtTzXlXKfVECSX3IA81LxcGUzx_J9S0EAMqUi5Zlyt8rO6t93SmrAM-Jq7IMt8oIKNHzmFukCNwf5QPOQpEIVjPHL2fheh_OdBgNE96sY0a52jo/s1600-h/GEDC0183.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvha_yx3sq1Q1EvMhDSNA1Y0RlLfzVQtTzXlXKfVECSX3IA81LxcGUzx_J9S0EAMqUi5Zlyt8rO6t93SmrAM-Jq7IMt8oIKNHzmFukCNwf5QPOQpEIVjPHL2fheh_OdBgNE96sY0a52jo/s320/GEDC0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427009903315518226" border="0" /></a>The morning sun topping the horizon sets the landscape aglow.Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-19435155211068177372010-01-07T09:17:00.000-08:002010-01-07T09:28:22.144-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJJ19C5mCbuEEEYxX8C7j4F0dtDOmJkiyNzW7mkx5lXxe9fgSN8-XfwE2f-EhnVz_1bcW01uDMAxoQeMCZ4FH4OMF8ZTs8A0Pv2eFOjoMa6CoqqRpEtMA1DkwPpuGI1e_ONJLe99VyM2Q/s1600-h/100_5413.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJJ19C5mCbuEEEYxX8C7j4F0dtDOmJkiyNzW7mkx5lXxe9fgSN8-XfwE2f-EhnVz_1bcW01uDMAxoQeMCZ4FH4OMF8ZTs8A0Pv2eFOjoMa6CoqqRpEtMA1DkwPpuGI1e_ONJLe99VyM2Q/s320/100_5413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424048486950861634" border="0" /></a>Cool, blue snow shadows contrast with the light of a late day in December.Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-77375088578311421442010-01-07T09:15:00.000-08:002010-11-28T04:48:55.714-08:00Spring Pears on Stickley Loop, pastel, 9x12, $300<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG27q7_OOgThMzf02QGWutMG_JohdVeexbQxsx1mcGWI6cA0SSlF0JdJ_RgIypfc6UkcJvCyfC96UrLGvkk3eX0TuCjThsZ1nrdpWD0GM0dY7VdGzqoDMQfsJZbOO42c9yMFEOcRgNW6s/s1600-h/GEDC0178.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG27q7_OOgThMzf02QGWutMG_JohdVeexbQxsx1mcGWI6cA0SSlF0JdJ_RgIypfc6UkcJvCyfC96UrLGvkk3eX0TuCjThsZ1nrdpWD0GM0dY7VdGzqoDMQfsJZbOO42c9yMFEOcRgNW6s/s320/GEDC0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424047896369867634" border="0" /></a>Stickley Loop runs straight as an arrow through the fields on Sandy Hook. This is a view of a row of pears trees blooming in the early light of a spring morning.Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-85107172253214953662009-12-09T08:44:00.001-08:002010-11-28T04:49:41.755-08:00Late October, Old Factory Road, Oranda, pastel, SOLD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAtq7MLahpsUGPiGy0DuXV3ACL61ZW_pDNgUipJopfKZk3YTKU2T1reDv-4lb9KVO-Z65GGSBNqJC41KPzA-h7kbvelU9CK1YkF-6PHs7GzbhyphenhyphengmgBUJrZfH5oEfpGQ1Ev4s5rNd_2ey4/s1600-h/100_5198.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAtq7MLahpsUGPiGy0DuXV3ACL61ZW_pDNgUipJopfKZk3YTKU2T1reDv-4lb9KVO-Z65GGSBNqJC41KPzA-h7kbvelU9CK1YkF-6PHs7GzbhyphenhyphengmgBUJrZfH5oEfpGQ1Ev4s5rNd_2ey4/s320/100_5198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413278830125023810" border="0" /></a>A view from Old Factory Road near Oranda, Virginia, late October.Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-20742054732778576872009-12-03T05:34:00.000-08:002010-11-28T04:50:15.979-08:00Into the Orchard, pastel, 9x12, $300<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWTka_PPhsr-iZ5gHRAxWTiYmKr9bRtv5ZjGsuu-XKHLxsnXaJ0A5LObGDgh1SbayCTx-IwMwUS0fZ3pStbRt9ppzZjGAgIpVEa7ouSg1M-cydzRwu9a-1YLiuvB5F79iY04t_1KsfMuU/s1600-h/100_5123.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWTka_PPhsr-iZ5gHRAxWTiYmKr9bRtv5ZjGsuu-XKHLxsnXaJ0A5LObGDgh1SbayCTx-IwMwUS0fZ3pStbRt9ppzZjGAgIpVEa7ouSg1M-cydzRwu9a-1YLiuvB5F79iY04t_1KsfMuU/s320/100_5123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411003243947633186" border="0" /></a>The apple orchard off Orndorff and Clary Roads near Strasburg. I've looked at this orchard and its setting many, many times throughout every season. This is my first attempt at portraying it.Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-55046134945517609972009-11-26T07:21:00.000-08:002010-11-28T04:50:35.488-08:00Orndorff Road By the Orchard, pastel, 9x12 SOLD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDCDbiSWrAQ-TnPIXTx-INFhpdrsROBtAgqss68OHU8LdMiiuWxop4cIz5QMUXFkZsf9vftXTCCNhJ3QYPOymAtlyktMuSoAZ-rMzYZKoeCVFoSktHimE-Kjvp4yRnYcZecS2atNzrQUY/s1600/100_5058.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDCDbiSWrAQ-TnPIXTx-INFhpdrsROBtAgqss68OHU8LdMiiuWxop4cIz5QMUXFkZsf9vftXTCCNhJ3QYPOymAtlyktMuSoAZ-rMzYZKoeCVFoSktHimE-Kjvp4yRnYcZecS2atNzrQUY/s320/100_5058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408433169958412706" border="0" /></a>The slanted light of a November afternoon can be dazzling in this part of Virginia.Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-5458987986623146952009-11-11T13:53:00.000-08:002010-11-28T04:50:54.897-08:00Evening Sky, pastel, 9x12, 4300<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwu1M9Ewqg7CvrWBDq2KQ9GGTVugJ0Nod_0RlTR8esMvqAXO_kd32T0zMy_eu2F77Xmd6gIoMAXv70qUKdLRaDfZ97Lk9gCoaAK5aou2VhWqlEVw-TnLwJQpfBhUiLd8zJFa8dZ7PjcSw/s1600-h/100_4947.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwu1M9Ewqg7CvrWBDq2KQ9GGTVugJ0Nod_0RlTR8esMvqAXO_kd32T0zMy_eu2F77Xmd6gIoMAXv70qUKdLRaDfZ97Lk9gCoaAK5aou2VhWqlEVw-TnLwJQpfBhUiLd8zJFa8dZ7PjcSw/s320/100_4947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402967619756991890" border="0" /></a>Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-15934146706562389372009-11-11T13:44:00.000-08:002010-11-28T04:51:15.263-08:00Late Afternoon On Pine Grove Road, pastel, 9x12 $300<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcfzwB7tExpB2p_7i5NcdsCxKldeBdZx32YQJe6LNx3G_FGlF5mDboWehd2AjN1Ln4VbITD8UfAUNiAf3hYUgFpv7PnT9cl1IZYcof0i7_N1VGYWjNfFzL0xx90IGtLbsQJu-GEM9h124/s1600-h/GEDC0071.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcfzwB7tExpB2p_7i5NcdsCxKldeBdZx32YQJe6LNx3G_FGlF5mDboWehd2AjN1Ln4VbITD8UfAUNiAf3hYUgFpv7PnT9cl1IZYcof0i7_N1VGYWjNfFzL0xx90IGtLbsQJu-GEM9h124/s320/GEDC0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402965488069096626" border="0" /></a>Autumn grasses glowing with the light of a setting sun.Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-68871695631272222532009-11-11T13:37:00.001-08:002009-11-11T13:43:39.983-08:00Autumn Glory On Barn Owl Lane, pastel, 9x12<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5q_1vlilOLI2tGtkW-uSGoWYHShEk6m3mDRFVKd7DwqKyaJChxIlvx9VYmucvDqrCIMlKDiXjwTXl9wPqDUT2MtHy_IwmPnURdfHEUGYIMQ5qqaoAJpJrx5JhMK4wCzgU5auFAzCiAnU/s1600-h/GEDC0058.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5q_1vlilOLI2tGtkW-uSGoWYHShEk6m3mDRFVKd7DwqKyaJChxIlvx9VYmucvDqrCIMlKDiXjwTXl9wPqDUT2MtHy_IwmPnURdfHEUGYIMQ5qqaoAJpJrx5JhMK4wCzgU5auFAzCiAnU/s320/GEDC0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402964007197546146" border="0" /></a>A spectacular oak tree on a little hidden lane. The late afternoon light had set it to glowing.Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-50404643288105030022009-11-11T13:34:00.001-08:002010-11-28T04:51:41.596-08:00Last Light, pastel, 9x12<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQINLU04FS2WvbD4VUCtPM0B1enxVSZt9oS6MNX_iBErA5D7jt2MmA75cXz8TvyIHGQtEHYbNV9j4cosDHkdokrcxcxRXIY6pJa8Rd9-CjZvTBjijstRv4Ftw16hJsHWHDaO68dhZ8q1Y/s1600-h/100_4870.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQINLU04FS2WvbD4VUCtPM0B1enxVSZt9oS6MNX_iBErA5D7jt2MmA75cXz8TvyIHGQtEHYbNV9j4cosDHkdokrcxcxRXIY6pJa8Rd9-CjZvTBjijstRv4Ftw16hJsHWHDaO68dhZ8q1Y/s320/100_4870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402962825129631778" border="0" /></a>Field, mountain, sky. A simple landscape with the last rays of a setting sun highlighting a few fall grasses.<br />nfsDiane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-69019171811971774152009-10-14T06:50:00.001-07:002009-10-14T06:52:03.002-07:00Burning Bushes Off Pine Grove Road, pastel, 12x12<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcSOdOsl8hlk6cIyhlmebETljGsVV1QHBQhjbMeTPr6TKU-E9apoxIamPszhUSgJKS-8ETCpxp_qT3YDnrmfKnnaB4FCFNHK9rINkm6SNgMtF6PKLfKnZoTWI56sE4XKdSfcVhkFv-5V8/s1600-h/100_4762.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcSOdOsl8hlk6cIyhlmebETljGsVV1QHBQhjbMeTPr6TKU-E9apoxIamPszhUSgJKS-8ETCpxp_qT3YDnrmfKnnaB4FCFNHK9rINkm6SNgMtF6PKLfKnZoTWI56sE4XKdSfcVhkFv-5V8/s320/100_4762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392452925582492338" border="0" /></a>Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-33643141433636987782009-05-19T06:48:00.000-07:002010-11-28T04:52:13.924-08:00Cedar Creek Bluebells, pastel, 9x12, $300<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi09n-veoye1_4N7LgwqT2J6oJLufPduBen9UQHUjciWEt61gqkBk9VEhyphenhyphenKujiRZFc-ESAqTUkmDofgn-85q4rBcn_cj_D_PBXlmqglYanLbclkEqYqKKN7Xf12g0wWfWGczY4rGs50YHE/s1600-h/100_4365.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi09n-veoye1_4N7LgwqT2J6oJLufPduBen9UQHUjciWEt61gqkBk9VEhyphenhyphenKujiRZFc-ESAqTUkmDofgn-85q4rBcn_cj_D_PBXlmqglYanLbclkEqYqKKN7Xf12g0wWfWGczY4rGs50YHE/s320/100_4365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338225124244265730" border="0" /></a><br />Every spring the beautiful Virginia bluebells arrive, forming a sumptuous stream of heavenly blue color along the banks of Cedar Creek. A native ephemeral plant, the bluebells' blue-green leaves appear first, followed by the graceful stalks of nodding bell-shaped blossoms. Walking down to the creek to view them is always an event. The flowers bloom and linger only for a short time then the whole plant dies down by early summer and completely disappears until the next spring.Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-28849411653213642262009-04-20T08:13:00.000-07:002009-04-21T06:34:04.092-07:00April 5, 5:30 p.m., Clary Road, pastel, 9x12, $200 matted, unframed<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqQNxoiJ1qMtr7xe9R78jY2bpacvejB438rY0nSxWNLyznem-ZyxSS2r_VQjmC4S1HnUOGQnjx3ittJMHQ0TOyt1t8VBy1-mlehkuD9R6NydaSU7cCVNUzAb19FCYpUJAUM6NKAGAp4g4/s1600-h/100_4162.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqQNxoiJ1qMtr7xe9R78jY2bpacvejB438rY0nSxWNLyznem-ZyxSS2r_VQjmC4S1HnUOGQnjx3ittJMHQ0TOyt1t8VBy1-mlehkuD9R6NydaSU7cCVNUzAb19FCYpUJAUM6NKAGAp4g4/s320/100_4162.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This old oak tree stands sentinel at the corner of Pine Grove and Clary Roads near Oranda. Its tall trunk and outstretched limbs fill the landscape. An early spring moon is visible in the sky while late afternoon shadows reach across the road.<div style="clear: both;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-82641469864061045302009-04-20T06:08:00.000-07:002010-11-28T04:53:05.829-08:00Spring Frost-Downing's Yard, pastel, 9x12, $275<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2vC6LUN4ejp5tMzM3qE3eCVIu4xFCoAQrkozzy72ypvTGzFjlAjwKYw5BTDZBkWceNtzj8CMAKFP3gWkOB8CkCGbvmpipGmgLHN6xAq4gJXcK7gzUGssjGb7SapgfizLzkzpbYq7F4qQ/s1600-h/100_4087.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2vC6LUN4ejp5tMzM3qE3eCVIu4xFCoAQrkozzy72ypvTGzFjlAjwKYw5BTDZBkWceNtzj8CMAKFP3gWkOB8CkCGbvmpipGmgLHN6xAq4gJXcK7gzUGssjGb7SapgfizLzkzpbYq7F4qQ/s320/100_4087.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A painting of a cedar tree in a neighbor's yard. It was an early spring morning with frost on the ground. The sun was just coming up and sending long, cool blue shadows across the ground.<div style="clear: both;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 50%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819016252871862819.post-15005365526021286212009-04-20T06:01:00.000-07:002010-11-28T04:53:25.589-08:00Spring Green on the Burned Field, pastel, 9x12,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjctsFbILrPk1qUbRlnU79Uo2Coz737K-v85JXQDSSiz8r5M_AsVPVz8noNVGQxoRSKjlAvAFjX7mnTmTnLzPl5WYL8Wfm-e3M_cNk8QRgwu_zqoJFZr7NW3PBxw5iLM9_ypXpVJH3KwgE/s1600-h/100_4088.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjctsFbILrPk1qUbRlnU79Uo2Coz737K-v85JXQDSSiz8r5M_AsVPVz8noNVGQxoRSKjlAvAFjX7mnTmTnLzPl5WYL8Wfm-e3M_cNk8QRgwu_zqoJFZr7NW3PBxw5iLM9_ypXpVJH3KwgE/s320/100_4088.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This past winter our neighbor set fire accidentally to the field by his house. A huge swath of winter-dried grasses was burned off leaving the ground completely blackened. Nearby cedars were singed and scorched. As spring approached, the lovely little green shoots of new grass appeared making a dramatic contrast.<br /><div style="clear: both;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 50%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Diane Artz Furlonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960422793878618268noreply@blogger.com1