Latest Painting, the Last of 2008

December 30, 2008

Garden, Siesta Key P. Crockett 2008

(This one is dedicated to Jamie, and Lauren.)


Done this weekend, during a visit with brother Whit and his wife (my friend) Samantha, and family in Siesta Key, Sarasota, FL.



There was beauty everywhere. My niece Alianne and her brother Thompson Grant.


It was a sweet time. May all blessings be yours in the New Year.



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Latest Painting, the Last of 2008

December 30, 2008

Garden, Siesta Key P. Crockett 2008

(This one is dedicated to Jamie, and Lauren.)


Done this weekend, during a visit with brother Whit and his wife (my friend) Samantha, and family in Siesta Key, Sarasota, FL.



There was beauty everywhere. My niece Alianne and her brother Thompson Grant.


It was a sweet time. May all blessings be yours in the New Year.




Latest Painting, the Last of 2008

December 30, 2008

Garden, Siesta Key P. Crockett 2008

(This one is dedicated to Jamie, and Lauren.)


Done this weekend, during a visit with brother Whit and his wife (my friend) Samantha, and family in Siesta Key, Sarasota, FL.



There was beauty everywhere. My niece Alianne and her brother Thompson Grant.


It was a sweet time. May all blessings be yours in the New Year.




Latest Painting, the Last of 2008

December 29, 2008

Garden, Siesta Key P. Crockett 2008

(This one is dedicated to Jamie, and Lauren.)


Done this weekend, during a visit with brother Whit and his wife (my friend) Samantha, and family in Siesta Key, Sarasota, FL.



There was beauty everywhere. My niece Alianne and her brother Thompson Grant.


It was a sweet time. May all blessings be yours in the New Year.




A Celebration and Commemoration

December 13, 2008



Garden by Moonlight 36″ X 60″ P. Crockett
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This one is for Denise and Jonathan. It is also for Priscilla, my dear cat of 16 years. Last night she didn’t come to eat (and she is always right there), and despite all efforts I cannot find her. Her spirit was fine, following me around the garden like some shy shadow, but her scrawny body must have finally given out on her. It was time; I have been spending “conscious time” with her for the last 2 or 3 weeks. She was a very, very good friend to me. She was mine and Scott’s, since she was the most little tiny furball, and she saw me through his passing. I never had to sleep alone.

And so, my dear Girl, I release your gentle heart into God’s great hands, and take heart that you have returned unto Heaven, your native home.

Goodbye, Baby, and Thank You for the gift of yourself. Your Daddy loves you.

Pris passing along kitty wisdom to our beloved Hoppers, who’s now a big and very fine boy.


A Celebration and Commemoration

December 13, 2008



Garden by Moonlight 36″ X 60″ P. Crockett
For larger view, click on image. Return to browser with back-arrow.

This one is for Denise and Jonathan. It is also for Priscilla, my dear cat of 16 years. Last night she didn’t come to eat (and she is always right there), and despite all efforts I cannot find her. Her spirit was fine, following me around the garden like some shy shadow, but her scrawny body must have finally given out on her. It was time; I have been spending “conscious time” with her for the last 2 or 3 weeks. She was a very, very good friend to me. She was mine and Scott’s, since she was the most little tiny furball, and she saw me through his passing. I never had to sleep alone.

And so, my dear Girl, I release your gentle heart into God’s great hands, and take heart that you have returned unto Heaven, your native home.

Goodbye, Baby, and Thank You for the gift of yourself. Your Daddy loves you.

Pris passing along kitty wisdom to our beloved Hoppers, who’s now a big and very fine boy.


A Celebration and Commemoration

December 13, 2008



Garden by Moonlight 36″ X 60″ P. Crockett
For larger view, click on image. Return to browser with back-arrow.

This one is for Denise and Jonathan. It is also for Priscilla, my dear cat of 16 years. Last night she didn’t come to eat (and she is always right there), and despite all efforts I cannot find her. Her spirit was fine, following me around the garden like some shy shadow, but her scrawny body must have finally given out on her. It was time; I have been spending “conscious time” with her for the last 2 or 3 weeks. She was a very, very good friend to me. She was mine and Scott’s, since she was the most little tiny furball, and she saw me through his passing. I never had to sleep alone.

And so, my dear Girl, I release your gentle heart into God’s great hands, and take heart that you have returned unto Heaven, your native home.

Goodbye, Baby, and Thank You for the gift of yourself. Your Daddy loves you.

Pris passing along kitty wisdom to our beloved Hoppers, who’s now a big and very fine boy.