I've noticed something. I keep wanting to make fish drink tea.
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
|Myron desperately wanted to tell her where she could "go fish," but he controlled himself.|
A few weeks back, I visited a nearby nature preserve and took part in a small beautification effort. There was a great egret in a clearing we had just made. He stood absolutely still with just his head bobbing ever so slightly. Our guide informed us that he was probably hunting for frogs. I hope this egret doesn't make a meal of one of these guys. Watch out, Stumpy Stan. He's got his eye on you.
Thursday, March 24, 2016
There is enough hate and fear mongering and uncertainty swirling about to make me feel as if I'm drowning in a pool of darkness. I need to remember that there is goodness that far outweighs the bad. There are huge acts of heroism. And there are billions more small acts of kindness, micro-heroism, to remind me that humanity can be beautiful and powerful. And indestructible.
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Is this thing on?
If there's anyone out there reading this, thank you for stopping by. It's so good of you to explore even the dustiest corners of the blogosphere.
After a long, long, loooong dry spell, I think I am beginning to feel the tickle of creative inspiration again. It's a tease. It comes and goes.
In my absence, I discovered the most wonderfully charming and deliciously dark animated series called Over the Garden Wall. Perhaps you've seen it? If you haven't, I highly recommend it. I had to applaud when it ended, it was that good. Creator Patrick McHale is incredibly imaginative and a genius storyteller. The artwork is both whimsical and beautiful, and it has a fabulous old-timey feel to it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Thanks again for stopping by.
Monday, November 23, 2015
Thursday, September 3, 2015
|Lil Napoleon. Alas, his work was not yet done.|
I finished reading War and Peace this week, which for me is a big deal. I don't have much time to read, so it took me several months to get through it. I'm embarrassed to admit that I have dozens of classic books, but I've never read most of them. So I challenged myself to give them a little love, starting with the biggest and most daunting one. I was surprised at how contemporary it felt at times, and the characters were wonderfully complex, never entire good or bad. Very human.
Any suggestions on a favorite classic for me to read next?
Thursday, August 27, 2015
|Lulu preferred the company of Gus and his merry band to people.|
There is a wall that runs behind my house. Critter Highway. Squirrels, stray cats, and raccoons often saunter across the wall. This summer, we watched three baby raccoons grow up on that wall. It looked like they were orphaned, because there was never a mommy raccoon to be seen. In the evenings, we'd see the three baby raccoons huddled together on the wall. They were so cute. And so sad looking. I haven't seen them in a little while, but I hope they are okay. I had to include them in a drawing so that I can imagine them happy and well.