Africa 2019– Part 1: South Africa Safaris

We got home a week ago from an ABSOLUTELY AMAZING trip to South Africa, with a side trip to Zimbabwe and Botswana. I’ll write about Zimbabwe and Botswana in another post. In South Africa we spent time at two safari camps in the Timbavati Private Nature Reserve in the Greater Kruger National Park, first at Shindzela Tented Camp, where we stayed in very nice safari tents (big tents on platforms). We really loved the relaxed atmosphere of Sindzela and the proximity of all sorts of wildlife. There is no fence around the camp, so all kinds of wildlife can wander right through camp, between the tents. It was fun looking for tracks in the morning to read the news of who had been by during the night. When we’d return from our afternoon game drive it would be dark, and because of the possibility of large animals in camp, our guide would escort us to our tent, then come back to get us for dinner, then escort us back for the night. After that we’d stay in our tent (or on our porch marveling at the awesome spread of stars overhead). I’d go back there in a flash!

After four days at Shindzela we transfered to Kambaku Safari Lodge, where we had such a wonderful time with Africa Geographic’s Art Safari with Alison Nicholls, sketching (me) and photographing (Stephen) almost all day from before dawn till after dark. I LOVED that and could have spent many more days doing that! Kambaku is not as rustic as Shindzela (not that Shindzela is really what I’d call “rustic”), and while I think we prefer the simpler, more rustic style of the tented camp, we certainly enjoyed the four days of luxurious living. We also had amazing and delicious meals at both places, most often eating outside, sometimes in a boma (a sort of corral with a bonfire in the center), where we could look up and see the amazing stars. I was excited to see the Southern Cross for the first time!

At both places we had fabulous guides and trackers taking us out in safari vehicles for three hour long morning and evening drives. The vehicles were open Land Cruisers with no doors, windows, or roofs, so fabulous for enjoying the great outdoors, but also a bit chilly early in the morning and late in the evening. Our morning drives would start before the sun was up, when it was chilly enough that I wore pretty much all the clothes I could, including my pajamas for extra warmth, and wrapped a warm blanket around me in the vehicle. After the sun rose I would gradually peel off layers. In the evening it was the reverse, starting out warm and becoming cooler after sunset. We saw some pretty cool animals after dark, including watching a pride of lions hunting one night, and other nights seeing bushbabies, spotted genets, and once, an African Wild Cat (soooo cute!). Halfway through the morning drive we’d have a break for tea, and on the evening drive we’d stop around sunset for “sundowners” (drinks). On the last evening of the Art Safari we had to suddenly jump into the vehicle, with our drinks still in our hands, because a pride of lions was approaching!

Here are some photos from our our time at Shindzela and from the Art Safari at Kambaku. Stephen took almost all the photos; I took a few with my cell phone, but mostly I sketched everywhere we were on our whole trip. I’ll be posting my sketches in a separate post.

Stephen and me in front of the safari vehicle
Midday workshop with Alison Nicolls during Africa Geographics Art Safari
Female Kudu
Brown-hooded Kingfisher
Cheetah
African Wild Dogs
Southern White Rhinocerous
Grey-headed Bushshrike
Crested Barbet
Red-billed Oxpecker on Hippo
Spotted Hyena
Waterbuck
Buffalo
Lilac-breasted Roller

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Sketching as Prayer Retreat Sketches

We had fabulous weather for the Sketching as Prayer retreat two weeks ago, so all of the participants and I spent quite a bit of time outside on the beautiful grounds of Holy Cross Monastery. The cloisters are lovely, peaceful places from which to look down over the fields to view the river and the hills on the far side of the river. There are also numerous places to sit, either on strategically placed benches or on convenient rocks or fallen trees by the river, where one can relax to the lapping of river waves, while watching boats and birds pass by. Once when I was sketching by the river I heard light steps behind me and turned to see a doe walking in my directions. I sat very still, and she came to about six feet from me and started browsing on low branches before she saw me. She startled and ran a short distance, then stopped to study me before ambling slowly on her way.

The monastery was in retreat silence, so other than in our meeting room and over dinner, there was no conversation in the building or on the grounds, so we had a very peaceful, meditative atmosphere– perfect for our retreat! I had prepared short power point presentations for each session, which included discussion of the various topics and approaches, and then we all dispersed to sketch and pray or meditate and just to enjoy our time of retreat.

Here are a few of my sketches (click on the image in order to view larger image):

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Sketching as Prayer retreat– May 21-24, 2019

Sketching as Prayer 2019

In just over a week I’ll be holding my “Sketching as Prayer” retreat at Holy Cross Monastery again. I led this retreat for the first time last October and had a wonderful time with the participants, some of whom I had known previously, all of whom added in inspiring ways to our time together. We came from a wide range of artistic backgrounds from highly experienced professional artists to people who had done almost no art prior to the retreat. Participants also came from a broad spectrum of religious perspectives, from conservative Christian to agnostic and quite a bit in between, which very much enriched our discussions.

I’m looking forward to another retreat with time for sitting quietly observing and sketching, this time with spring weather (hopefully not too many spring rains) and the opportunity to gain inspiration as we observe and ponder the annual renewal of life. We’ll have time for sharing, time for solitude and silence, time for worship with the monks for those who so desire, and good times around delicious meals. I’m also looking forward to connecting with and learning from others as we observe and sketch God’s creation and share the ways we have grown through our practice of praying with our sketchbooks.

There are still a few openings, so if you would like more information, email me (melissafischerartist@gmail.com) or go to Holy Cross Monastery: Sketching as Prayer Retreat

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Sketching as Prayer Spring Retreat– May 21-24, 2019

I’m excited that I’ll be leading my “Sketching as Prayer” retreat at Holy Cross Monastery again this spring. I first held this retreat last October, and had a wonderful time with the participants who had a variety of artistic experience from beginner to very accomplished artist and who brought a broad spectrum of spiritual perspectives. I think we were all enriched by hearing one another’s thoughts and by sharing ideas and enthusiasm. I am hoping we can have a similar variety of perspectives, beliefs, and experience this spring.

Lodging is in comfortable rooms that were formerly monks’ cells, and all meals are included (the monastery has a Culinary Institute of America-trained chef who prepares delicious meals). Holy Cross Monastery overlooks the Hudson River and has beautiful grounds with paths to wander through the field and woods bordering the river, as well as many comfortable places inside and out to sit and relax. See the link below or email me (melissafischerartist@gmail.com) for more information.

“Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God,
But only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round and pluck blackberries.”
(Elizabeth Barrett Browning)

Seeing heaven here on earth and recognizing God’s presence, whether in the wildness of a burning bush or in the subtle budding of a shrub in spring, requires slowing down, stepping aside from our busyness, and becoming receptive for what we haven’t yet perceived. Sketching can be a pathway to seeing, to noticing the ways God is speaking through creation, and to becoming aware of his presence in the world around us. And in the process we are drawn into prayer, either with words or in silent communion with God, and into worship of the Master Artist.

In this retreat we will open our sketchbooks, eyes, and hearts to God’s presence in his creation. We will cover the basics of sketching and some basic watercolor techniques to capture the essence of a subject, whether person, animal, or landscape. In the process we will look with eyes of faith into the world to see God’s touch all around us, as we enter into prayer through the pages of our sketchbooks.

Sketching as Prayer Information and Registration

Farewell, my sweet Milo

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Two weeks ago today we said good-bye to Milo, our sweet, joyful Beagle boy. Milo added so much light and joy and laughter and love to our home. He was irrepressibly cheerful, with a nearly constantly wagging tail, often dancing and flipping his ears and baying with joy just because I came up from the basement or asked him to join me for a walk in the yard. He loved tracking and nose work and any other reason to use his nose, but what was really special about that was how much he wanted to do that with me, not just on his own. Milo lived for connection, and especially as his health declined, he always wanted to be wherever I was. 

I don’t think Milo ever met a person he didn’t like. He loved everyone who came through our door, and he especially loved children. When our neighbors were little and would come over to play in our yard, Milo would run to greet them. If one of them sat down, Milo would immediately curl up in his lap.

Milo also liked almost all dogs. He was one of those dream dogs to take out in public; he wagged at every person he saw and ignored every dog he saw. He loved playing with his friends, and especially when he was younger, any friendly dog was a friend.

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Gomez and Milo

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Petra, Rowan, Milo

Milo’s joie de vivre was especially amazing considering his beginnings as a laboratory dog, who never saw sky or grass or the outside world until he was ten months old. At that time my friend and mentor, Sarah Wilson, adopted him and began the process of housebreaking a dog who’d never pottied anywhere but wherever he was and of teaching Milo that strangers are just friends he hadn’t yet met and that the world was full of fascinating smells he would grow to love. It took time, but with Sarah’s patient guidance Milo gained confidence and delight in all the world and its inhabitants, whether people or other animals. When Milo was two and a half years old he came to live with our family, brightening and warming our home with his silly playfulness and sweet cuddles for a dozen happy years.

My sweet Milo Bean, I miss your dark eyes watching me, your velvety soft ears, your warm snuggles, and your happy baying. I hope to see you again someday, dancing and baying and tracking in sunny fields full of delightful scents. 

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My amazing tracking partner

There are stories of Milo and me tracking on this blog of Sarah’s and mine (and also great, basic tracking instruction by Sarah): Nose Down, Tail Up

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Helping me paint at FDR’s Top Cottage
Always happy to play, no matter the weather

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Watching me come to the door-look at that wagging tail!

Hidden Figures– Book review

Hidden Figures: The American Dream and the Untold Story of the Black Women Mathematicians Who Helped Win the Space RaceHidden Figures: The American Dream and the Untold Story of the Black Women Mathematicians Who Helped Win the Space Race by Margot Lee Shetterly
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I would give this book ten stars if I could. While I was already well aware that African Americans face all sorts of prejudice and discrimination, this book opened my eyes to much of the history of racial bias and social and economic discrimination. It was incredibly inspiring to read the stories of these women who persevered with such grace and integrity as they worked their way against tremendous odds into a world that was overwhelmingly white and male. Reading this book helps me better understand what I’ve heard about how African Americans have to work twice as hard to get half as far. I wish everyone would read this to gain understanding and empathy and motivation to work for change, as well as inspiration from the examples of these amazing women.

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Overlook Mountain Hike

We finally had a comfortable, cool, cloudy day– perfect for a vigorous hike. We’ve been staying at a friend’s house in Woodstock this week while our hallway floor was getting sanded (it was covered linoleum with tar paper underneath that had probably been there well over 100 years, maybe over 200 years, so it was due for refinishing), and we’re not far from Overlook Mountain, so that’s where we hiked today.

The ruins of the old hotel make me think of Cair Paravel in the book Prince Caspian

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Woodland sunflowers? Whatever they are, they are beautiful!
One of several large glacial erratics
I always love gnarly, old trees; they are so full of personality.

It was too foggy for a view from the top of Overlook,  but it was pretty up there anyway. We also hiked down to Echo Lake and back,  which was pretty with the lake view, as well as many interesting,  gnarly trees and glacial erratics along the trail.

Normally there is a fabulous view to be seen from this spot– not today!

Ramble on the fire tower at the top of Overlook Mountain– we only went up to the first level- I think he’s laughing at me 🙂

All together with going up to Overlook then down to Echo Lake and back up to the trail junction,  then back down Overlook,  plus a little detour to get some photos, it was 9 miles and 2,500′ elevation gain,  so we are feeling well- exercised this evening. This was Ramble’s first mountain hike,  and he enjoyed it and did great. And this evening he is content to hang out quietly,  which is nice for everyone.

Stephen using his “Peak Finder” app to identify the peaks we would be seeing if it were clear
Sketching at Echo Lake, while Ramble watches a pair of Canada Geese
Echo Lake and unfinished sketch — unfinished because mosquitoes drove us away

Picture Perfect by Jodi Piccoult– Book Review

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As always with Jodi Piccoult’s books, I had a hard time putting this book down. It is an engaging and insightful story that clearly depicts the confusion, denial, and relational enmeshment that allows abusive relationships to continue, even when the abusive pattern is obvious to everyone but the victim. As such, it is an excellent book for helping both victims of domestic violence and others understand the dynamics involved and begin to recognize patterns of kindness followed by beatings, followed by more kindness and so on for what they are– abuse.

I recommend this to anyone who wonders if they might be in an abusive relationship or to those who, like me, may have grown up in an abusive situation. Reading this helped me see some ways I have carried relational patterns from childhood into the present, so that now I can more effectively address those patterns and also try to bring truth into those relationships that, while no longer abusive in the same way now that I am not a child, still are not healthy.

Cabin fever painting

It’s been a hazy, hot, humid summer– not my favorite weather! I’ve actually been feeling like I have cabin fever– normally more a winter than summer condition, but I was outside much more last winter, even with the bitter cold temperatures we had, than I have this summer. We’ve also had very few days without rain, usually in the form of torrential downpours, since early July, so it’s been difficult to plan hikes or plein air painting outings, so I’ve been doing more studio paintings, studies, and experiments from photos and then quick sketches when I do get outside (sketches will be in another post).

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“Asheville Vista” This is based on a photo I took from the deck of the Wayward Moose Lodge in Asheville, NC 9″ x 12″ Watercolor $150
Sunrise from Blueberry Hill
“Sunrise from Blueberry Hill” When I was at Acadia National Park on Schoodic Peninsula, I walked down to watch the sunrise over the water nearly every morning.This is based on one of my sunrise photos. 9″ x 12″Watercolor $150
“Lake Walton”– Gouache on toned paper study 9″ x 6″

Musings on “Copy, Paste and Share”

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My first thought when I saw the Bible passage from my daily reading schedule was that it was rather irrelevant to my life:

Then Joshua built on Mount Ebal an altar to the Lord, the God of Israel, 31 as Moses the servant of the Lord had commanded the Israelites. He built it according to what is written in the Book of the Law of Moses—an altar of uncut stones, on which no iron tool had been used. On it they offered to the Lord burnt offerings and sacrificed fellowship offerings. 32 There, in the presence of the Israelites, Joshua wrote on stones a copy of the law of Moses. 33 All the Israelites, with their elders, officials and judges, were standing on both sides of the ark of the covenant of the Lord, facing the Levitical priests who carried it. Both the foreigners living among them and the native-born were there. Half of the people stood in front of Mount Gerizim and half of them in front of Mount Ebal, as Moses the servant of the Lord had formerly commanded when he gave instructions to bless the people of Israel.

34 Afterward, Joshua read all the words of the law—the blessings and the curses—just as it is written in the Book of the Law. 35 There was not a word of all that Moses had commanded that Joshua did not read to the whole assembly of Israel, including the women and children, and the foreigners who lived among them. Joshua 8:30-35

As I read it, my second thought was, “How incredibly tedious that must have been!” Imagine having to write on stones a copy of the law of Moses! I pictured all the people standing around while Joshua carefully chiseled the Ten Commandments into stone. I wondered what the letters looked like, whether or not he was tempted to use abbreviations, and whether he lightly scratched the words in first to make sure he had room for all ten commandments on his stone. Did he make mistakes and have to start over?

As I read further, though, I saw that “there was not a word of all that Moses had commanded that Joshua did not read to the whole assembly…” Whoa! That’s a lot of words, way, way more than just the Ten Commandments. While I might read the Ten Commandments carefully, I tend to skim over much of the law, because of how much of it there is and how many details. It can take me days just to read through it all.

The process of writing a copy of the law of Moses on stones must have taken a really long time. And then he read the whole thing to the whole assembly, including women and children… Tedious indeed, both for Joshua and for all the people in whose presence Joshua did the writing. How many days did it take? Maybe weeks? How in the world did they keep those children occupied while Joshua chiseled words into stones? And how did they keep the children quiet while he read the whole thing? We sure do have it easier, being able to simply copy, paste, and share… Or do we?

Yes, it certainly is easier to copy, paste, and share. After all, I copied and pasted the passage into this post, rather than type it all out, to save time. But what if I had typed it out? Or what if I had hand written it? When I’ve written out Bible passages or a poem in careful calligraphy to give as a gift to someone or to have in my sketchbook, I dwell on and in those words in a way that sinks into my soul, rather than simply skimming across the surface of my consciousness. Then when I go about my day, those words remain with me, shaping and enriching my thinking in a way that copying, pasting, sharing, and saying I’ll ponder them never does seem to.

It’s the same idea as when I sketch a scene, rather than simply snapping a quick picture. When I see a tremendous cloud formation and snap a photo with my cell phone, I might remember to look back at it. But when I stop, settle on a stone, and slow down to sketch the sky, I connect with the clouds and with the world around, and especially with myself and God in a way that I never do when I am rushing through my day, saving time.

Yes, it does save time to quickly skim a passage rather than dwell in it; to snap a photo rather than sketch it (or take a carefully studied photograph); to quickly copy, paste, and share an interesting meme; but to what end and at what cost?

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