Piglet doesn’t miss a thing. I hate it when he gets in that window, because I have boxes of files under it, and he trashes them. Trying to convince him he doesn’t need to supervise the neighbors pointless, though.
Month: November 2013
A Bone, A Feather, A Broken Key
The cup holder in my car is full of stuff I’ve picked up off ground. Mostly it’s things I thought I might use in paintings or collages. Yesterday, in the parking lot at work, I bent over to pick up a broken key. A woman walking next to me gave me a dirty look. Maybe she thought I was taking something valuable that wasn’t mine? I don’t think anyone is going to miss the top half of a key, though.
Belt of Venus
Monday morning, after the storms.
Sheltering from the Storm
I took Franny down to the basement with me. She was a little restless at times, but I don’t blame her, because it must have been weird and boring to have to lie on a blanket in a strange place and do absolutely nothing. Next time, assuming we have enough warning, I’ll take treats and a stuffed Kong.
Art-a-thon
I did a 24 hour art-a-thon last weekend. I didn’t quite make the full 24 hours, because I had to get some sleep, but I got a lot done. Mostly glue books, because that’s a low pressure way to get back into the groove.
Who set the oars a-rowing
I will eventually get these scanned properly, but for now, this is one of my favorites.
Fall
It suddenly started to feel autumnal.
Evening Walk Franny
A Beautiful Day
Walking With Franny
Frances must smell ALL THE THINGS.
red paper boat 