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From our living room window, I spied these beautiful storm clouds building.  I snapped a photo from inside and then thought it would be better to enjoy the show from the rooftop.

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I need a tripod to really get some settings that do the scenery justice: 

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But I loved every minute of trying to capture the light and forms. :)

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All the accompanying rain fell far from me, most of it out to sea, so your friendly photographer was not dampened by the experience.  Indeed it was good to get out of the flat and breathe some fresh air.
 
Tomorrow, I would like to go to the roof and paint.  Today, I missed the window.  I looked out at 3:25; and the light had already gone, leaving the hills and valleys I wanted to paint in too much shadow. 

Araya

10 Oct 2022 01:40 pm
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The kids and I went to hang out with friends yesterday at Araya Pine Park, a public space further up the hill from us, which was built and is maintained with the help of US AID and local organizatios and charities.

I wasn't planning on going down to the river where the children are building forts, so I took along some gouache with the intention of finding a picturesque spot from which to do a landscape painting.  Alas, there was a party getting started (which involved a noisy, noisome fuel-run generator) and another group having a cookout with music up at the top of the park.  Wrong-footwear and cramps aside, when our friends showed up, I decided to be social and hike down into the canyon with everyone else; therefore, my art supplies got some fresh air but no action.

I took a few photos of the dying vegetation and a view or two that I might be able to paint at the house.  The whole point was to do some "art from life," though.  Oh well, another time, I will go by myself so that I don't feel any pressure (from myself; friends were fine with me not joining them at the river) to socialize.

There is a such a variety of thistle-like flowers here. 
A selection: )

I just love the colors of this little bush and its seed pods:


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The path to the canyon before it gets steep:

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Gripe 1) The Obnoxious Natour - we had another "incident" with the natour.  J got stuck in the lift a few days after we arrived back in Lebanon. (You would think we wouldn't use it.  The kids don't; they are smarter than we adults, but living on the fifth floor makes it so tempting.) After frantically trying to get him out myself and asking a neighbor for help, I knocked on the natour's (dark) door, hoping he was home and I could make him understand.  Well, it turns out he was home but sleeping and did not take well to me needing his help.  With a disgusted look, he proceeded to unblock the lift, giving me a further dirty look and shooing me away when I tried to get closer to see exactly what he was doing.  Not caring that he couldn't understand me, I told him I did not appreciate his attitude.  He understood my countenance and tone if not my words and smirked a bit.  I was on the phone with J the whole time, so when he got out, he asked the guy if he had a problem with me.  The natour made out like it was the lift that was the problem.  However, ever since then, he leaves our garbage in front of our door for at least 2 days before collecting.  Since we eat fish everynight, this is not good.  But our landlord is coming by today to collect rent, and I am going to have 4 bags stinky garbage to show and HE can talk to the natour. 

It will be just my luck if the natour breaks habit and picks up the stuff early.  (He angrily told our neighbor that he works 7pm-7am and we shouldn't disturb him any other time.  Well, Mister We-Pay-You-for-Nothing, you were ON DUTY when we arrived at 5 a.m. and needed help with the elevator and our bags

Gripe 2: Noisy Neighbors - Night before last, I had to go upstairs at 11:40 p.m. to ask our neighbors to please keep down the noise.  They have two boys (between 2 and 4, I think) whom they let stay up until all hours, and it was a free-for-all right above our beds.  They nicely took care of it.  But last night, before I went to bed (around 9 because I was so wiped out from the previous bad night), they were making noise that sounded, I kid you not, like fighter jets flying overhead.  Knowing it was too early to complain, I went to bed anyhow, praying it would soon cease.  It did.  However, they woke me from sleep at 1:40 a.m. with more shouting, squealing, banging...and I was wearing earplugs.  I wasn't the only one in the family to be awakened by them.  Even the kids and J complained this morning, and they all sleep like stones. :-/

Gripe 3 - What is this Hot Water you speak of? - We, yet again, do not have hot water...and have not had since Tuesday. There is something wrong with the pump, and if we try to use hot water, it comes out as such a faint trickle that it seeps down the shower tiles, and we can't even wet ourselves.  So, we are back to showering with a bucket (We let the water trickle for about 30 minutes into a bucket and then scoop and pour it over ourselves) or, for those with a membership, using the pool facilities to get clean...  The landlord, as I mentioned, is coming by today with a plumber, so one can hope that this latest annoyance is almost at an end.

HURRAH! - The temperatures and humidity have improved, making a fan at night almost obsolete, and meaning that there are less people using A/Cs, etc.  As a result, for the second day in a row, we have a nice view of Beirut and the sea.  Two photos for comparison: 


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The photos were taken at different times of the day, but you can still see the difference in pollution levels.
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Went on a hike with the family today to Lake Chouwen* in Jabal Moussa.

Lebanon is a beautifully mountainous country with steep valleys and scads of interesting vegation.

A few photos for your enjoyment, but there are much more stunning photos on the net.  I am so out of photographic practice and just could not do the colors justice (and I just can't compete with drone-captured images for angle, etc).

Ti'Loup is always ready to strike a pose.  What a ham he is.



Going toward the lake:

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First unobstructed glimpse from the vantage-point platform. (I don't know what happened to the image quality when I uploaded it, but I am too lazy to fix it):



The water really is this green:

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On the shore at last:

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Back out of the river valley, we sat down to have a meal at one of the two little restaurants in the village.**  So many types of fruits grow here in abundance.  Pomegranate season is almost upon us.***

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Yonder is the way home:

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Some views remind me a bit of Reunion Island, but there was a little stretch of the road that winds along that steep slope on the left that faintly recalled to mind a portion of El Camino de la Muerte in Bolivia.  Only this road was paved and I wasn't zooming down it on a mountain bike. :P I felt confident telling Ti'Loup that, no, we weren't going to fall off the side of the mountain.

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* Because words in English or French are transliterated from Arabic, there are a few other spellings, among them Chouwan.  "Jabal" is a transliteration of the word for "mountain."
 
** I do NOT recommend eating at either.  There is a weird animosity between them as they try to "steal" customers from one another.  We got stuff from both, and at the first place, they brought J a tea, which he did not order, and then charged him for it, even though he told the lady when she brought it that he didn't ask for it, and she just insisted he drink it. He thought it was a hospitality gesture while he waited for the kids' saaj to cook.   J and I ate at the other restaurant because she had grilled meat, and the food was really, really not great. Worst I have had in Lebanon.  And waaaaaaaay too expensive. :(. That we fell for eating there even thinking the food was expensive is down to having paid something similiar at a seaside restaurant and having so much leftover that we had two doggy bags of leftovers and one whole grilled fish that we hadn't even tasted.  But this lady, when I asked what the menu was, told me SHE was the menu.  When I asked the prices, she kept saying, "Whatever you want.:"  Yeah, right. Fell for that one once at the Giza pyramids in Egypt.    When I finally told her that in my culture, I need to know the price, she wrote it down on a piece of paper so the competition wouldn't overhear.  
 
*** Even though the pomegranates aren't yet ripe, you can still find them for sale.  The Lebanese are crazy about unripe fruits:  plums, raisins, almonds...  They usually dip them in some salt and have them for an apéritif snack.

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 These are some random things, in no particular order, that I want to jot down for myself

-- I learned that the "blue light" filter on my glasses falsifies paint colors, which can give an artist serious angst!  I kept insisting that the colors on my floor were not right, and everyone else said they were fine, not jarring, etc.  Finally, I took off my glasses and realized that my lenses had severely yellowed my tones. :-/  Good to know for the future.  Since I am going to get serious about this illustration thing, I think I need to get myself a very cheap pair of basic glasses to wear while doing art. 

-- I need to do a better job of focusing on what is the primary purpose/mission of a task.  As I pointed out in my post about the first day of the workshop, this was an illustration class!  No one ever heard or saw my story, not even Maya.  It was all about illustrating key scenes.  I did not need pretty sentences or flow.  I just needed an idea of what to show on the storyboard.  I wasted sooooo much time on non-essentials, which led to a loss of time and opportunity to do the needful things, not to mention it created unnecessary stress and fatigue by having to work at home, etc.

-- While it was an intensely fun experience creating with other artists, it can be tiring for a certain personality (mine) when surrounded by so many people who have doubts about their abilities/projects.  I like to serve people; I am a caretaker.  I am geared to encourage others, build them up, see to their needs, but it can be terribly draining doing it all the time for so many people.  NO ONE expected me to do anything for them, and often people probably didn't want my feedback, so I was quiet.  But at the same time, I was *feeling* it all.  It was interesting to learn this about myself in this context.

-- I have mentioned before that I don't visualize things like some other creatives seem to do (many people say they see a movie/scene in their head and then proceed to write or draw that movie/scene).  For me, the movie is never there in more than tiny snippets and those snippets only appear for me *after* I have pieced them together and polished them, *creating* the movie that I can then view.  This initial creation comes about after careful pondering, much research, and lots of trial-and-error.  Once I get an idea, I tend to stick with it.  This can be bad if the first thing that occurs to me is banal, stereotypical or cliché.  So it is important that iI feel my way forward and follow what resonates with me without boxing up the idea too soon.  Part of my fleshing-out process is asking myself questions.  Case in point from the workshop:  Why was the stranger willing to sell/trade his beans for Jack's cow?  What in the world was that man up to? What was he hoping to achieve?  I got really hung up on those questions and wanted to understand before I could write version my of Jack and the Beanstalk, which would serve for my storyboard.  The guy never made an appearance except as a character study and as an indistinct figure in my thumbnail sketches for the storyboard.  I don't know where I am going with this except to note that Maya looked at me like I was an alien when I tried to describe my process.  She contents herself with saying, This character is poor, this one is rich, and drawing accordingly.  This need to know more, I told her, is why I don't want to illustrate other people's works, only my own where I know *why* things are the way they are.  But seriously?  I need to loosen up just a tiny bit and draw what seems fun and interesting without sweating everything so much.  But even typing that makes me cringe a little...

-- The space in which you create has a big impact on how you feel.  Believe it or not.  Maya's studio is gorgeous and I *felt* like being artistic while there.  I need to remember this and work as hard as I can to create an inviting space for myself.  Maya would put on music whenever we had electricity (She pays to have electricity all day, but:  Welcome to Lebanon), and while I didn't always like it, it was nice to have on and even nicer to have the other ladies singing along to it. :D So, note to self, put on music you like while doing art.

Here, have some eye-candy:

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I think there were more things I wanted to say, but as often happens, I have not been able to write all of this in one go and the lateness of the hour now make it too hard to think.  Because this is post for me, I will probably come back and add to it if I think of anything else rather than making a new post.

ETA:  
-- Don't under-estimate the power fatigue has to derail and demotivate you.  Be aware that this is always going to be a roller-coaster ride of emotions and self doubt. There will be no moment of, "I have this now and will never have to fear failure again!"

And something I said to myself in the shower before the workshop began:  Being precious never finished a project.  Don't be afraid of making a wrong line or putting down the wrong color.  That's what you need to do to find the right line and the right color, just like saying the wrong thing can help you define more clearly and truly what do do want to say.  So speak up, boldly put down the wrong line, and courageously apply that color.  If it is "wrong," take it as an opportunity to get closer to what "right" is.


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With April came more clement weather in Lebanon, so we did a couple of day trips as well as our most recent overnight stay in Batroun (actually Kfar Abida) and then camping along the Nahr el Jaouz River.

We kicked off the month by joining some friends for a visit to the Aammiq Wetland.  Sadly, there weren't many fowl to be seen, and for those present, I did not have the right lens for wildlife photography.  We also saw stripe necked turtles, including adorable babies, snakes, toads, frogs, a very large centipede, and an awesome praying mantis (empusa pennata).  I really need to find a good nature guide to the country's flora and fauna.  The French cultural center's library does not have one. :(

Since I have no nice fauna pics, enjoy some a snap* of place instead: 

Photos this way )

I see a common thread of water throughout all these pictures, which reminds me how very different the country is to Egypt.  I could also make a post of all the lovely wildflowers. :)


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* This is a very short version of what I wanted to do because I realized I was selecting photo after photo to share. :-/

** It was already after noon, and the sun was beating down on a very hungry family who wanted to find a place to eat lunch. And yet, though hungry and hot, that family has children, children who need to examine this tide pool and that...and that...and that, making it necessary for the parents to act like shepherds (while feeling more like yippy herd dogs) who felt guilty about taking time to position themselves just so for a perfect photo. ;)

Brrrrrrr

29 Jan 2022 07:14 am
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I seem to be on a crochet kick these days.  This is mostly motivated by the fact that it is cooooooooold here.  Look, we had snow:

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This is the valley beneath our apartment building. Those shacks are, I believe, where people gather their olives and other produce that they farm on the terraced hillside.*  
 
Because of how nippy it is, even in the flat, I wear my crocheted hat and cowl.  But the cowl, made back in France with the idea that Lebanon would not be as cold, was too loose and "airy." 

So a new scarf was in order.  This one is even airier than my cowl, but because it is so long and wide, it stacks up nice and warm and will be more versatile as the weather shifts.  I had already made a version of it for my mother-in-law the Christmas before we left Egypt, so I knew how it would work out and how cozy it would be with the right yarn:

Crochet and Rainbows )

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* We have been for a walk on the terraced hillside down there and I want to go back to get some photos, but with the torrential rains we have been having, that is not a good idea at the moment.
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From day one, we have had water problems in our flat. Mostly hot water--or lack thereof--problems, but also wacky water pressure. After several repair attempts, J told the landlord that we will have to look for a new place if the situation doesn't get straightened out. While I understand and agree, I did feel a twinge because...well, I love the view we have here, the luminosity of the place, especially considering the daily power outages* that we deal with.

Here, have a look. This is the view (three photos stitched together) that we have from our living room :

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It is lovely by night, too, with the cityscape to the left and the "village" on the hill opposite.

The view of the buildings off our balcony/dining area reminds me more of Egypt, minus the hills and greenery. :P

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Oh, and see the cross on the church to the left there? We live in a Christian village. Imagine my surprise the first night when at 4-something-a.m. I was not awakened by a call to prayer. I actually woke up at about that time expecting to hear it. Neighborhoods are very marked in "Muslim" or "Christian" categories.**

But back to the water situation. Yesterday, our landlord sent a plumber to change the water heating system, which is solar-powered and has an electrical resistance meant to take over on days such as today when it is cloudy***. So far, the water temperature is still not up to par to take a shower, despite the plumber saying it would take 30 min to fill the tank and then perhaps a couple of hours to heat it by electricity. Since the power was off for almost 2hrs this morning, I am being lenient. However, last night, after being on for 3 hrs, the temperature actually started to drop around 10:45 p.m., so I switched it off instead of letting it run all night. :( I really, really, really hope we are not going to have to complain again. And I really hope we won't have to move. Because...that view.****

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* The electricity situation demands its own post.
** This also needs more diving into.
*** Momma mia, when it rains, it pours here. We have had some impressive rainfall and winds since being here. Apparently January is the wettest month, and it delivers.
**** And this neighborhood is quiet! That is a blessing we were not expecting and something that really is going to make our stay so much more enjoyable than I was anticipating

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