My Husband started doing caricature portraits and did his first one on himself. I think it turned out awesome, So I decided to color it, just for fun. :)
Author Archives: Kelly Wood
There is something special about the early morning. Most of the world is asleep or just waking up. There is a silence, a stillness that is haunting and beautiful. Just before the sun begins to rise, a glorious blue gradient fills the sky. Both the sunrise and the sunset take forever here in Southern California, a striking contrast to the fast paced and busy lives we all lead. Perhaps it is even a reminder that we should slow down a little ourselves.
As it brightens a little more the sounds of birds fill the air, from the peep of a small finch to the caw of a crow in the distance. Slowly the human world comes alive as well as the river-like sounds of far off cars begin to drown the smaller sounds of nature.
Another day begins.
After a rough week, we decided to take a trip to the beach for some healing and artistic inspiration.
The ocean has a way of putting things into perspective, while calming the nerves and relaxing the body. As I walked along the beach, admiring the view, I could feel some of the pain of the past week washing away with the waves.
“Hey Honey, How was coffee?”
“Pretty good, I met a really neat guy today, he’s a programmer and a musician. I had my back to him and he mistook me for his drummer because of my hair. We sat and talked for quite a while.”
“I saw Hugh again today at coffee, You really should come meet him.”
We had a table. It was our table. We would sit there for hours at the coffee shop. We would talk about music and programming. We joked and laughed and shared our lives each day. They created a business at our table. We created a friendship at our table. We shared our deepest thoughts and even, on occasion, our deepest feelings. Mike and Hugh would bring their guitars and play whatever they felt like.
One day we took a trip to San Pedro. Hugh wanted to show us a music store he loved, that his son, Chris worked at. We had a blast. We played around with all the instruments in the store, laughed and had a great time. We spent hours there. Mike had taken a liking to a Dean bass guitar while there, and also an amplifier. Mike decided to purchase the amplifier, and was going to come back later to get it. As we were walking out the store it appeared Hugh had made a purchase too. “Here ya go,” he said, nonchalantly as he handed the dean guitar to Mike.
I had just had outpatient ankle surgery. When I came home I proceeded to lose consciousness and fell flat on my face and split my chin open. Mike didn’t want to leave me. Hugh stopped by to visit and brought butterfly bandages to help me put my chin back together, but when he saw the wound, he suggested I get stitches. It’s a good thing too, I wouldn’t have gone and I needed 5 stitches.
Every so often we would rent a practice studio for a few hours and play, loudly, to our hearts content. Sometimes they would play things already written, other times they would just play whatever notes they felt like. A few times I would bring my mic with me and sing along. It was beautiful to be a part of it.
Hugh was always there to help if we needed him. He was always there to joke with, talk business with, rant with, and to share our joys and our sorrows. Hugh was always there. He was an amazing father and role-model to his children. He would tell us stories of when his boys were younger and the practical jokes he would play on them and the things they would do to get back at him.
Hugh was humble. One day, while talking about embarrassing situations, he happened to let it slip that he had played with Graham Nash back in the 80’s. As it turned out he toured with him and even played with him on the Tonight Show. He was an amazing guitarist. He played with grace and ease. He also had a way with mixing music, and adding exactly what he knew was needed. His abilities were unmatched. You would have never known it just by talking to the guy. He always made you feel special, like you were the one with the great talent. He encouraged you and cheered you on every day.
You are missed. You are loved. Rest in Peace, my dear friend.
I have been sitting here trying to think of what to write for so long that I have just decided to spill out my thoughts onto this medium as-is. My heart is aching tonight as I sit here and sit here and think about how the world seems a bit bigger and a bit more lonely. As I sit here and think about his friendly face that I have seen so many times, his joyous laugh, his mischievous smile… I will never see and hear those things again. My heart is aching tonight for his wife and his children who are struggling with a loss so big to them that it is incomprehensible. My heart is aching tonight.
There are no words eloquent enough to describe the wonderful man that was Hugh Ferguson. All I can say is that there are very few people in the world that I believe are truly good people, Hugh was one of them. He was that man that, though may have been busy, would have stopped to help a stranger change their tire. He wasn’t good because it was the right thing to do, Hugh was good because he was Hugh. He was sociable with everyone, even strangers. He was always ready with a smile, and a conversation. He touched so many lives every day just being himself.
His musical talent was amazing and his wit as sharp as a knife. He was humble… Hugh was everything I strive to be in a human being.He would have been 54 in 5 days. Today his heart gave out. Today he walks with his son. Tomorrow we will all strive to be a little more like him, But today we cry.
I was thinking about Jim Caffrey‘s Post about taking your camera with you everywhere, and his reply to me about thinking more like a photographer while I was driving home this evening. The sunset was beautiful, but nothing to stop and photograph, however as I was driving through a neighborhood my eyes were drawn to the amazing colors of the sun reflecting off the honeysuckle. The dramatic effect made me smile and I decided to stop and take some photos.
Thanks Jim. :)