Live gently upon this earth and leave nothing behind but your footprints in the sand.
Jazzy looks like she’s had a little too much sun, or needs to stop experimenting with the pancake makeup. I’m sure it’s not too much wine. Because that isn’t possible.
Bird with Balloons to brighten up the start to your weekend!
Which probably doesn’t need any help, because SATURDAY! Yay!
This was another background I became enamoured of…..with….whatever, and didn’t want to cover up. But after an expensive trip to Michael’s I got all fired up and finished it.
Before I went through the check out I looked through my cart and removed six items I can probably survive without for the time being, in the interests of not spending a fortune all at once. And no, I didn’t run around putting them back exactly where they belong. That’s my secret confession for today.
The secret to the balloons being transparent is tissue paper! Isn’t that brilliant? I now have a lifetime supply of it in many colours.
Okay, that’s enough secrets revealed for one day. Have a great weekend!
Bird bird bird, bird is the word.
This is another mixed media practice creation with perhaps a little too much going on and a lot of tissue paper in the background. And some indifferent but colorful birds not found in nature.
I’m learning to dry things thoroughly between layers so that my cheap canvases don’t warp, and now I know why permanent ink stamp pads are necessary. It’s no fun when some lovely effect gets washed away by the next lovely effect.
And the best thing about this endeavour….it made me remember a truly awful song (and an even worse dance) from the sixties by the Trashmen. I would write out the lyrics for you, but as long as you remember the first and last lines of this post and add a few repetitions of “papa ow mow mow” you should be good to go to sing along now, and for the rest of the day, in your head.
Yeah. The sixties were something else. They do not write songs like Surfin’ Bird anymore.
Have you heard about the bird? Everybody knows that bird is the word.
Yes, this is a picture of a big ass chocolate bar. It was the most exciting thing that happened to me yesterday. I had adjusted and dispensed glasses to a little old lady (she was way older than me, by at least 10 years) and as she got up to leave she asked me if I liked chocolate. I said yes. Dark chocolate? Yes. She whipped this monstrous thing out of her bag and told me to enjoy it with the rest of the girls who helped her pick out her glasses and to have a nice day. Just being called a ‘girl’ would have been enough to make the day nice.
But look at that thing. It is for sure my kind of gratuity. Normally we get nothing (which is what we expect even though we’re awesome) and sometimes we get coffee or a handful of change to put in our coffee fund. This is the equivalent amount of chocolate found in about a dozen normal size bars. I ate four squares of it and felt sick.
As interesting as all this is, hang on, because I’ve got something even better.
In my backyard this morning in the rain I spied a creature. That’s about as specific as I could be without my glasses. It looked like a bird, maybe a young Canada Goose.
I really need to clean this window before I take any more pictures through it. This is the last of our dirty snow pile still refusing to give up. And with glasses on and the zoom on my phone, look at this!
It’s a mallard duck with his very-hard-to-see mate just behind him. Both of them mucking about in the rain, like this is the wetlands or something. I was going to wake W up so he could get all excited about my remarkable avian identification skills involving a bird that wasn’t a blue jay or a cardinal, but then I remembered he used to be a migratory birds expert and seeing a duck might not be the highlight of his morning. I imagined him being grumpy and unimpressed, or worse, spewing out a hundred duck related facts off the top of his head. I let him sleep.
The ducks may have been attracted to all the spilled birdseed under our tree, or the gigantic puddle in our neighbor’s backyard caused from all the run off of the melting snow. He’s been pumping it periodically to keep it from turning into a big mud hole, and now all the rain makes it look like he hasn’t done a thing. I watched the ducks putter around for a bit, and then they waddled under the fence to the other side to play in the water. It was such a simple thing, and yet so odd and unexpected that it felt amazing. What an excellent way to start the day.
Just when you think it’s all about chocolate, life gives you ducks.