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.
Monday morning, after the storms.
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.
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.
I will eventually get these scanned properly, but for now, this is one of my favorites.
It suddenly started to feel autumnal.
Frances must smell ALL THE THINGS.
Seen in the library stairwell. Googly eyes make everything better, don’t they?
red paper boat 