Word: thunderations
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...cold, she trots up to Wyeth's watercolor pan and tips it over with her nose. The artist nuzzles into her curly fur, murmuring a ritual incantation, "Eloise, ocean breeze!" Then he comes home with her and Rattler, the gold hound depicted in Distant Thunder...
...delight. Between the pictures and their lives, there is no break." On Thanksgiving, the clan gathers until there are often 20 at table. Betsy cooks up a storm straight out of the Gourmet Cookbook, and-though she might still chill them-there are vintage French burgundies to add some thunder. A frequent visitor over the years is Brother-in-Law Hurd, a New Mexico painter of Western landscapes, who years ago taught Wyeth how to paint with tempera. Together, though, they are more apt to top each other's tall tales than talk...
...Ever-Subtler Second. From the depiction of high drama as his father taught it, Wyeth has narrowed down to the moments when life is charged with change, swapping N.C.'s clash of cut lasses for his own clap of distant thunder. Sometimes it is only the tragic twinkle of quaker ladies, blossoming while he watches and fading in the frosty dew of early spring. Disciplining the romantic inside him, he has sought the ever-subtler second when existence is galvanized by the unexpected...
...beyond the gas station at the Chadds Ford crossroads. But if he does not first learn his own small world to the last detail, how will he abstract the vibrancy and vitality from it, how will he record the unexpected, the out-of-kilter, the sudden clap of distant thunder? So he has chosen to follow the advice of Poet-Painter William Blake and see a world in a grain of sand...
...Sadr's Mahdi Army, I would have been forced to wear whatever our male Iraqi security guards picked out without me. Last March, I arrived to an onslaught of rockets and mortars fired at the nearby Green Zone, along with retaliatory coalition air strikes and the near constant thunder of helicopter blades overhead. As with other foreign reporters, my movements were always calculated, and I often donned a long black abaya and head scarf. But this time around, I was one of the few women wearing an abaya as I shopped in the relatively liberal city center...