Labedzki-Art

I have a web site in which I am able to invite other artists and I was wondering if you would like to join. The address is www.Labedzki-art.com It’s quite simple to join, when you ar on the site click on “register”, “login” and “create/order album”(this is where you give your album a title only,) then “upload images”, I usually only load two or three at a time .Once you’ve loaded you can go to home page click on “user gallery” and you’ll see your images! Of course there are no fees and your image upload is unlimited!

Thank you so much and I really hope to see your work there

Regards,

Annette Labedzki

I cordially invite you to join my fan page.
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Labedzki-Art/48646610147?ref=ts

The Frozen Tongue (A Very Short Story)
By [http://ezinearticles.com/?expert=Dennis_Siluk_Ed.D.]Dennis Siluk Ed.D.

((A Chick Evens, Episode, 1957, St. Paul, Minnesota)(a very short Story))

The sidewalk around the garage was scattered with broken, long and heavy ice icicles, once frozen onto the rim of the garage roof. I was but ten-years old back then, back in the winter of 1957, and I had heard how cold metal or iron, would freeze a person’s tongue onto its surface, as quick as the clap of an eye. I was born with a curious nature indeed, and this was quite fascinating, yet to me unproven. So of all things, I put my tongue onto the door knob of the garage door, it must had been five below zero out. And it froze onto it, quicker than I could spit.

I started to pull, or try to pull away, but my tongue would not release from the metal knob, and so there I stood, like The Hunchback of Notre Dame, crouched down nearly on bended knees, praying my brother Mike would come along soon and save the day (I needed no more proof, it worked).

As I remained in this position for eons it seemed, this raised the question, that surely my brother Mike would ask, “Why… would someone do something as silly as this.”

I mean it was harsh weather, a Minnesota winter is nothing to laugh about, for it is an enduring experience, each and every year.

I hadn’t the answer other than, ‘To see if it worked.’

When my brother did show up, he said, “Don’t you have better things to do,” a rhetorical question of course.
And I just prayed he’d hurry up, and go fetch some warm water, which he did, and pour it over my tongue, but instead it went allover my face and mouth and then onto the knob, “Oh!” I cried “It’s free!” and that was worth the additional wetness I had to bear.

My brother, who is two year older than I, looked at me with his intense eyes, carefully, “How long you been like that?” he questioned.

There came a mysterious pause from me, then a succession of “I don’t know (s).”

We both exchanged a humorous look, I think my face apologized mutely for taking up his time, and as he walked up the stairs, his back to me, on the path to our house, he laughed shaking his head, to the right and left (and likewise, so did I).

Written on the roof, Lima, Peru 1-19-2009, Dedicated to Mike S.
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I live in the Pacific Northwest; north of Seattle, Washington, USA. For 25 years I’ve lived in beautiful Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada in North America. The Canadian cities are mostly situated along the Northern USA/Canadian border, stretching from the East coast all the way to the West Coast. The northern part of Canada is not suited for living. The severe cold climate due to Northern Arctic storms and winds becomes unbearable for most citizens of Canada. Vancouver’s winters are very mild compared to the rest of Canada. Sometimes I forget that I am living in the North. However this year we had a huge surprise, three weeks of snow and miserable weather. It sure didn’t feel like global warming. I heard a scientist say that we actually have global cooling. The earth is spinning on its axis and at the same time shifting to the northern Hemisphere! Most winters we do only have a few days of snow. The northern Pacific Ocean and mountains provide an abundance of moisture and rain. The Northern Pacific Ocean provides great inspiration for me. The ocean gives me a fantastic sense of freedom and an overwhelming feeling of joy. These elements allow me to realize and express the artist within me. We lived in the northern portion of British Columbia for a few years. Sometimes if we were lucky we would experience the beauty of the Northern Lights or also known as the Aurora Borealis. We decided to move back to Vancouver, BC, where I spend my days painting and creating a variety of art projects.