<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308149784869308858</id><updated>2011-08-01T14:22:13.052-04:00</updated><category term='April 2010'/><category term='June 2009'/><category term='April 2009'/><title type='text'>Florence van de Ven</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florencevandeven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308149784869308858/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florencevandeven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Florence van de Ven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347306415952062169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3p5qQutLdw/Se3-q6s4BCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bwgoc5_qAnQ/S220/n624161045_952772_2654.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308149784869308858.post-1584047447041436208</id><published>2010-04-16T20:52:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:47:59.536-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April 2010'/><title type='text'>Flying Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3p5qQutLdw/S8kOCDR79qI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wv94Sn_N56A/s1600/Flying-Home-Florence-vandeVen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460911451566503586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3p5qQutLdw/S8kOCDR79qI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wv94Sn_N56A/s400/Flying-Home-Florence-vandeVen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello! Long time no blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully my "Flying Home" is worth the wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know. BATS!!!  Not everybody's favorite creature of nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For centuries bats have had bad publicity. "Count Dracula" certainly hasn't helped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, they're not our idea of cute. Fortunately they find each other attractive and this results in one offspring a year (for most species). A newborn bat clings to its mother or the ceiling of their "nursery" for 2-12 weeks. Then young bats begin to fly. No they won't fly into your hair!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bats benefit us in many ways. Some feed on insects. The average bat eats 600 mosquitoes in 1 hour!!  Some species pollinate flowers and seeds dropped by fruit bats may sprout into plants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've actually held a bat that flew down our chimney. He (She?) was warm and the hair was very soft. No, I wasn't bitten but I certainly don't recommend you try this at home. If one gets in your house, open the door and use a towel to shoo it out. Bats use echolocation so it will fly away from the swishing sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this blog helps you to feel a greater appreciation and respect for this unique creature. This is their planet too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Til next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Florence van de Ven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.devensartstudio.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.devensartstudio.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8308149784869308858-1584047447041436208?l=florencevandeven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florencevandeven.blogspot.com/feeds/1584047447041436208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://florencevandeven.blogspot.com/2010/04/flying-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308149784869308858/posts/default/1584047447041436208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308149784869308858/posts/default/1584047447041436208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florencevandeven.blogspot.com/2010/04/flying-home.html' title='Flying Home'/><author><name>Florence van de Ven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347306415952062169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3p5qQutLdw/Se3-q6s4BCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bwgoc5_qAnQ/S220/n624161045_952772_2654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3p5qQutLdw/S8kOCDR79qI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wv94Sn_N56A/s72-c/Flying-Home-Florence-vandeVen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308149784869308858.post-3383877702790974191</id><published>2009-08-17T08:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:36:49.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Contented Contemplation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3p5qQutLdw/SolNaVvpmhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/G7Ys9giLdog/s1600-h/old_man1_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 278px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370909145524967954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3p5qQutLdw/SolNaVvpmhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/G7Ys9giLdog/s400/old_man1_lrg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This older gentleman appears to be quietly amused by what he sees. Could it be us he sees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frantically we rush around, cramming in as much "fun" as we can; obtaining some brass ring, only to throw it away and immediately obtain another. Around and around we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he's learned how to "stop and smell the roses," and that contentment comes not by having what we want, but wanting and appreciating what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.devensartstudio.com/"&gt;http://www.devensartstudio.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8308149784869308858-3383877702790974191?l=florencevandeven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florencevandeven.blogspot.com/feeds/3383877702790974191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://florencevandeven.blogspot.com/2009/08/contented-contemplation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308149784869308858/posts/default/3383877702790974191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308149784869308858/posts/default/3383877702790974191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florencevandeven.blogspot.com/2009/08/contented-contemplation.html' title='Contented Contemplation'/><author><name>Florence van de Ven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347306415952062169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3p5qQutLdw/Se3-q6s4BCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bwgoc5_qAnQ/S220/n624161045_952772_2654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3p5qQutLdw/SolNaVvpmhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/G7Ys9giLdog/s72-c/old_man1_lrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308149784869308858.post-7856498178152715765</id><published>2009-05-27T21:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:09:39.162-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June 2009'/><title type='text'>Bunny in Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3p5qQutLdw/Sh3yKZ2NegI/AAAAAAAAALs/wzTFjfHWLL8/s1600-h/bunny_in_hand2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340690993682151938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3p5qQutLdw/Sh3yKZ2NegI/AAAAAAAAALs/wzTFjfHWLL8/s400/bunny_in_hand2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am an incompetant photographer! But I am a very fortunate artist to know someone who is. Besides my daughter, &lt;a href="http://www.devensartstudio.com/MelissaCrossGallery.html"&gt;Melissa Cross&lt;/a&gt;, I have two friends who are experts with a camera. A great deal of my work is based on ideas I got from their pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bunny in Hand" is an exact replica. It was my first attempt at painting anything human. I was quite excited by the result!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The friend holding the bunny has an incredible report with nature, as does his wife who took this shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have given me another photo of him holding a chickadee. I hope to paint this sequel this year and of course, it will be entitled, "Chick-a-dee in Hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visit my website: &lt;a href="http://www.devensartstudio.com/"&gt;http://www.devensartstudio.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8308149784869308858-7856498178152715765?l=florencevandeven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florencevandeven.blogspot.com/feeds/7856498178152715765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://florencevandeven.blogspot.com/2009/05/bunny-in-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308149784869308858/posts/default/7856498178152715765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308149784869308858/posts/default/7856498178152715765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florencevandeven.blogspot.com/2009/05/bunny-in-hand.html' title='Bunny in Hand'/><author><name>Florence van de Ven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347306415952062169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3p5qQutLdw/Se3-q6s4BCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bwgoc5_qAnQ/S220/n624161045_952772_2654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3p5qQutLdw/Sh3yKZ2NegI/AAAAAAAAALs/wzTFjfHWLL8/s72-c/bunny_in_hand2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308149784869308858.post-6028169655005783543</id><published>2009-04-21T12:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:34:47.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April 2009'/><title type='text'>It All Started Here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3p5qQutLdw/Se5njf89f8I/AAAAAAAAALI/dNThKUNMdjI/s1600-h/chocolab-small0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327309268796145602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3p5qQutLdw/Se5njf89f8I/AAAAAAAAALI/dNThKUNMdjI/s320/chocolab-small0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3p5qQutLdw/Se4COavY3bI/AAAAAAAAALA/IB11XBwN_2o/s1600-h/n624161045_952771_2352.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The launching pad to my artist career started with one painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This painting of a chocolate lab is where it all started. It was the one that fueled my love of painting to new heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After retiring, I started building and painting on bird houses, butterfly houses, miniature dog houses and small carving boards. I even tried my hand at bat houses! Fortunately, people seemed to like my efforts and many of those items sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my work room was a disaster!! I knew I had to make some decision or be condemned by the "Neatness Police!" Besides, it often happended that while I was painting, someone would call and order a butterfly house or one of my other wood items. I was happy to do it but it meant putting away all my painting equipment and get out my saws and wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in 2005, I bit the bullet, stuck my neck out and entered my chocolate lab painting in the local Ameliasburgh Fair for judging. I was as nervous as a turkey at Christmas time. Imagine my thrill (and happy tears) when my lab won me "Artist of the Year!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took two full weeks to clear my work room of craft and building supplies (OK, I might have kept a few things...) and replace them with canvases, paints, brushes etc. etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my room neater? Well, it is MUCH improved but I'm still glad my work area is upstairs and the Art Studio is downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll understand why my Chocolate Lab painting is not for sale ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.devensartstudio.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8308149784869308858-6028169655005783543?l=florencevandeven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florencevandeven.blogspot.com/feeds/6028169655005783543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://florencevandeven.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-all-started-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308149784869308858/posts/default/6028169655005783543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308149784869308858/posts/default/6028169655005783543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florencevandeven.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-all-started-here.html' title='It All Started Here...'/><author><name>Florence van de Ven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347306415952062169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3p5qQutLdw/Se3-q6s4BCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bwgoc5_qAnQ/S220/n624161045_952772_2654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3p5qQutLdw/Se5njf89f8I/AAAAAAAAALI/dNThKUNMdjI/s72-c/chocolab-small0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
