“Each new season grows from the leftovers from the past. That is the essence of change, and change is the basic law.”
–Hal Borland
Copyright Beth Parker Art 2012
Tah-Dah! - Rolling Fields of Memory
Acrylic on Gallery Wrapped Canvas 24″ x 36″
Or…. the back yard at Bethville.
*giggle* It is actually my memories of the Eastern Idaho landscapes I visited last summer.
Sorry for the bad photo. The florescent light in my lobby is working
only part time, so I took this with a little light coming through the
window, over-lighting the left panel. The lines match up when the
paintings are pushed together, but for some reason, I didn’t do that for
this photo. I’ll get some better pictures later, but I wanted to show
you the finished painting. As soon as I varnish it, it’s going to
Our Favorite Place. They have a spot saved for it.
My next one is going to be a single painting, 24″ x 48″.
Weeeee! This is fun!
Hal Borland wrote what he liked to think of as his
“outdoor editorials” for the Sunday New York Times from 1941 until just
before his death in 1978. Born on May 14, 1900, on the prairie in
Nebraska, he grew up in Colorado, and then moved to New England in 1945.
Borland brought to his writing both personal life experience with
nature and the wisdom and ways of rural America.
Edwin Way Teale said the Mr. Borland’s “books are always like a
breath of fresh country air.” Like his Sunday editorials, his outdoor
books are essays which follow the seasons through the year: An American
Year, Hill Country Harvest,Sundial of the Seasons, Seasons, Hal
Borland’s Book of Days, Hal Borland’s Twelve Moons of the Year. Trained
as a journalist, his writings report the daily news from the world of
nature.
Mr. Borland also wrote four novels that include theme of nature and
human’s relationship with nature. His most famous fiction is When
Legends Die. The novel tells the story of Tom, a Ute Indian boy who is
raised in the wilderness by his parents. They die when he is still
young, so he adopts the old Ute ways, builds a lodge for himself, and
lives off the land. However, neither the Utes nor the whites will leave
him alone. Men from both communities use him for their own gain. Finally
he returns to the mountains where he rediscovers himself and his roots.
Other novels he wrote are The Amulet, The Seventh Winter, and King of
Squaw Mountain.
Mr. Borland and his wife, Barbara, lived on a 100 acre farm, the site
of an old Indian village in northwestern Connecticut. Mrs. Borland was
also a writer and assisted her husband in his writing, too. Mr. Borland
wrote many magazine articles, poems, essays, and stories as well as his
many books.
