HeLLo 20o8 & ThANk YoU 2O07-!

It WaS A gOod OnE
mY LAsT BLoG EnTRy fOr ThE YeAR `
I cAn nOt WaiT FoR ThE NeW bLoGaBLe YeAR
iT HaS BeEN FuN.

K.

WiNgS

MAy We AlL WeAr WinGs
iN tHiS
BriGhT AnGeLic
NeW
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W
YeAr

2
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HaPpY NeW YeAR-!

K.

siLeNcE

OuT
&
AbOUt
LoOKiNG
d
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w
p
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CaPTuRinG
A wHitEwASh viEW
RoOtED iN A mYTh.

K.

kaLEiDOsCoPE Of mOoNs

A KaLEiDOScOpE Of MoONs
tHe MerMaiD SiNGs
cAuGhT iN A mOmEnt

K.

tHe WAiTiNG

WAitiNg tO DaNce

iN yOUr liFE oF tHe PaRTy dReSs

loUnGiNg on YOur ChARtreUSE VeLvET ChaiSE

AlONg wiTH yOUR PaRty ENtOuRaGE

kiCkiNG OfF YouR CReaMSicLe hEeLs

tAkiNG A sIP fROm yoUR FLeU-De-LYs WiNe GLasS

ONLy wAiTiNG To DAnCe.

K.

pEaCe & LoVe

PeAce

PeAcE

ON

WiNtEr'S BrEAth

THe sUn & eaRTh

siLEnCe

SiLENcE

A cHamPAgnE CockTaiL

AlonG wiTh A fLoWerED SKy

waiTiNG To dO A sunDAncE

A coBalT Wind

sWEePinG

SwEepinG

My PEaCe

K.

moRe miNi PoRTraiTS

pORtRaiTS oN An OrNaMeNt

A GiRLs BLuE CHriSTmAS

OuR BLuE CHriSTmaS

We HaD a BLuE CHriSTmAS

WitHoUT YoU...

WaiTiNG FoR YoUR ReTUrn

tHe LiGhts

bLue

BLuE

ThE MoOd

SOmBeR

sOmbER

ThE BoXeS

eMPtY

EmPtY

Our HeARts

FuLL

fUlL

OF LoVe FoR YoU-!

ThE AsHbY GirLS CHriSTmaS
20o7

K.

THiS YeAr... MaY WE HaVe

MiSs CLaUs

MS ClAuS

HeLLo...

A ShiNy PiNe

a BuNny BoUquet

A ChriSTmAs HObo

SnoWfLakES,

SnowFLaKEs

oN tHe TiP Of hEr TONguE

ThE ArTiC bReEze sWeEpiNg hEr bUfFaLO PlAid SCaRF

MiSs

MisS

PaRDON Me,

oH, MS. CLaUs -

I LoVe YoUR KaLEiDOsCOPe BOoTS-!

K.

ThE BoLD ViLlAGe

BEaUty iN thE NOrmAL

sEa SonaL BEauTY

A wiNTerY REtrEaT

A cOzY COtTage

wIth A priMrOsE BreEZE

An EnCHanTreSs lOoK FoR aLL To SeE

WhaT LieS wiThiN

aT

ThiS

HoLiDAy GaLA-!

Don'T FoRGeT YOuR PEaRL OveRCoAT.

K.

HApPY AnNiVERsARy-!

Happy Anniversary

Happy Anniversary

K.

The CHriSTmAS PArtY

THE CHRISTMAS PARTY I MISSED

THE OUTFIT

THE MAKEUP

Du rouge a le'vres

THE UPDO

THE CRYSTAL TEAR DROP EARRINGS

THE ONYX RHINESTONE HEELS

THE BLACK & WHITE DANCE FLOOR TO BE FILLED

SILVER FROSTED LONG STEM MARTINI GLASSES WAITING

LONG LAUGHTER

SMILES

STORIES TOLD

AN INN

U
P

ON THE HILL.

THERE IS ALWAYS NEXT YEAR-!

THANKS ANWAYS, JOLENE.

K.

THe PeRFeCT PaRTy DrESs

THE PARTY

THE PARTY

the dress

ThE PErFeCT PaRTy DResS

TuCked AwAy fOr aNothEr yEAr-!

K.

LAdY aRT

HeRe iS hOW I fEeL RIgHt aT

ThE mOmENt...

HavINg A nicE boTTle of WinE

&

CHilliNg oUT

&

MoST imPORtanTlY

LookING fAbuLOus

WIth A viEW To dIE foR-!

K.

mAny, MaNY ORnaMenTS

I AM AN ORNAMENTAL GIRL -!
THIS IS WHAT I DO EVERY YEAR
AT THIS TIME...

PAINT,

PAINT & PAINT

SOME MORE

&

YOU KNOW WHAT- I LOVE IT,

I REALLY DO-!

Ce sont des cadeaux.

K.

mY ARt CoRNeR

HERE IS A PHOTO OF MY ART CORNER -
I TOOK THIS PHOTO BEFORE I STARTED
CHANGING THINGS AROUND & GETTING
THINGS READY FOR THE -
OH MY,

THE CHRISTMAS

THE,

THE

CHRISTMAS TREE - I CAN BARELY BRING
MYSELF TO SAY THOSE WORDS. THIS IS
ALL TOO SOON FOR ME-!

SIGH.

GLEE-!

K.

tHe WaLK fOR PetER

ONE SHIP DRIVES EAST, AND ONE DRIVES WEST,
BY THE SELFSAME WIND THAT BLOWS;
IT'S THE SET OF THE SAILS, AND NOT THE GALES,
WHICH DETERMINES THE WAY IT GOES.

- ELLA WHEELER WILCOX

My GRamMPY

"We live in the middle of the forest, upon the border of the river.
We can hunt, fish or bathe... when we please. At present, we
roast ducks before a good fire: and, what is better, we cut
the wood in the forest ourselves. You know how we amuse ourselves
at Geneva in sailing a boat. Well, I amuse myself better here navigating
the canoes of the Indians. They are constructed of birch bark, and are
charming to go with one or two inside. One can lie down in them as a
bed, and can paddle at his ease. There is not a little stream which has
not water enough for one of these pretty craft. Once I descended a very
slight little river. The weather was superb. I saw meadows at two feet from me.
I was reclining in my canoe on a blanket. There was so little water I seemed
to glide along upon the reeds and grass.

I do joiner's work... I draw, I play the violin. I go to all the parties... we are here in company
with five Genevans. It is true three of them were born here in America,
but they have non the less preserved the republican blood of their ancestors:
and (Lewis) DeLesDenier... is one of all the Americans that I have seen
the most zealous and full of enthusiasm for liberty of his country."

Serre to Ballodet

Date not given.

TuRQuoiSe & THe CRoW

WITH TURQUOISE LIPS

& JET BLACK HAIR

BLOWIN' IN THE WIND...

SHE LIVES FOR THE

WILD BLUE YONDER -

HAVING THAT GYSPY SPIRIT

SHE CAN HOWL AT THE MOON

&

DANCE IN HER VINTAGE SILVER BUTTERFLY BOOTS

WHILE HOLDING HER HODGE PODGE BLACK CURRENT CROW

WITH THOSE RHINESTONE EYES

SHE IS A TRAVELIN' SOUL

&

A BLACK MAGIC GYPSY CHILD.

K.

d' ArTisE

WHAT A FAB IDEA

BUY

H
A
N
D
MADE

&

SUPPORT

AN ArTiSe-!

K.

earLY MorN #2

AftER @ 6:52 AM

WHAT IS THAT OLD SAYING HERE IN MAINE...

IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE WEATHER WAIT A MINUTE-?

HOW ABOUT NINE MINUTES.

K.

EarLY MorN

THHIS IS FOR MY DEAR FRIENDS JEAN & PETER.
I KNOW THEY ARE MISSING THEIR DOWNEAST-

BEFORE @ 6:43 AM THIS MORNING

LOOKING LIKE STORM IS BREWING-?

PeaCe & LoVe

ONE MORE TIME

I SHALL ECHO-

MAKE ART NOT WAR

K.

LA Di DA da SiLhoueTTe

2 siLhouEtTes
on
the
S
h
A
d
E

Oh, My-!

K.

A tRAVelinG SOuL

ThE roAd...

gypsies, tramps & thieves

an open road

a covered wagon

velvet, lace & lanterns -

a heart full of silky love

jazziness playing on the radio

the magic carpet road-

full of sunny days

& starry nights

it's all about loving to live

& living to love

The road goes on forever & the party never ends-!

K.

MAKE ArT not WAR

ViCtOrIa, Oh Victoria

Victoria

beautiful, flirtatious -

she plays the violin

a tale of romance

a tale of consuming passion

& vengeance -

the turbulent love story.

Victoria, oh Victoria

only she knows this seaside love story.

K.

VICTORIA & THE VIOLIN

Poppy Ville

I have a beautiful story that goes along with
this photo, a story my nine year old daughter
wrote. It is perfect for this photo.
I will have to ask her if I may use it, she is at
a sleep over birthday party and I am sure she
having a blast - oh what fun it is to be eleven-!

The winner is...

One Painted Turkey

a contest...

a purple sky

chartreuse & chestnut feathers

the brun breast, like bonbons

a necklace of fun

and the winner is...

K.

sitting on the dock of the bay

Sitting on the dock of the bay

bright red-

november lobster buoys

await

forgotten

a treat, an island

all sounds quickly fade.

Leaving only a gull and rhythmic of slapping of the wavelets

left by the lobstermen

whispering on the dock of the bay.

K.

the boats in the moon

This painting is painted by Peter DeVeber -
my inspiring friend, you know the one that inspires
many

many

young

old

& in between

the au courant cat.

K.

AMANDA soon

jAzZy NiGhT

I feel a little Jazziness coming on
this morning, listening to Amanda Carr
my new favorite CD - all the thanks to
Peter, my friend in art, jazz and in all
things inspiring.

Thanks to Amanda as well-!

Here is a little sketch I did in my art
class a few years ago. It was for an idea
for a CD cover ( EVA CASSIDY ) was in
mind at the time. I did not know Amanda
back then. If I had known her - well, it
would have been a glittering inspiration
for a CD cover.

Anyways this is what I have...

Before & After
In the Binning there was Music.

K.

Ala mode Coffee Shoppe

Learning to sail

This is a photo I took a few summers ago
here in my little Downeast Village.
I played around with it in photoshop,
only to forget about it.

Well, I have rediscovered this photo
and oh, what a delight to see...

I am having one of those - you know
raining mondays only it is friday-!

This inspires me in a way to set sail.

I need not worry about the storm
I am learning to sail...

An Island

FISHERMEN'S ART...

BUOYS, OH BOY-!

RED ROSES

Red roses

A glass of wine

La robe-

rouge, rose, brun

A petite smile.

RUSTY

Lost and Found

vintage daybreak

we who see

see

see

beauty in the forgotten

lost and found

beauty.

Painted Card of Thanks

modigliani dove...

The red night
Eyes lowered looking
A light
A tiny star
On her lip
Her red lip
Painted card of thanks
For the red night
& modigliani dove
I hold

-art by Kimberly
-poetry DeVeber

A Few of My Favorite Things

A simple tiffany lamp

wedding

wedding


made in Holland

mom's hand-painted

ashtray

ashtray

Signed & numbered Diego print

memories

memories

My seaglass frame collection included

family

family

Luscious satin fabric from a friend

create

create


An old tattered frame

richness

richness.

PARTY GIRL

Oh how I wish I were A Party Girl -!

VAN GOGH in Adobe

The Mermaid's Song

The mermaid's song...

East Quoddy light

fogs rolling in

the song, the song

the mermaid's song

the pretty little lighthouse

time to put the foghorn on!

the song, the song

the mermaid's song

she loves these majestic

coastal beacons.

the sun, the sun

here comes daylight.