Here's what we're wearing around our necks and on our feet this first chilly Aville morning. And below are two dream sketches that are as strange to me as they probably are to you.
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Monday, September 26, 2016
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Yesterday while helping people register to vote I spotted this lovely old door. It was leaning against a front porch wall. The two narrow panels were made of weathered wood with small arrowpoint -like pieces of perhaps oyster shells hammered into slits. I know nothing about the door, but it looked old and African, and I want one.
Today at a party at our friends' place these things begged to be drawn: fresh ginger root, a tiny ceramic bowl, a cinquepin nut, hull, and leaf.
Twining around the railing of the porch where we were eating was a moonflower vine full of buds. The buds were purple and green , with a cream-colored spent blossom.
On top of the birthday pie was a whirling singing lotus blossom of a candle. The box it came in said Rainbow Colored Musical Birthday Exciting Candle-- and it was! We had to dismantle it to get it to stop playing the birthday song---
I'm out of blank pages, so I drew right over some penciled numbers. This is B playing his fiddle.
B, P, and D playing music, only their instruments aren't in the picture: B on fiddle, P on mandolin, and D on dulcimer. Fun!
Friday, September 23, 2016
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
The big news in the woods today is that virtually all of the acorns have popped out of their caps today. The only ones that I saw still attached to their caps were a few immature ones such as 8214. I would love to have seen the detaching. I did see a few still sitting near their caps and one with the umbilicus detached but the cap still loose on the acorn. What could the signal have been? My son M with whom I was discussing this matter thought shrinking of the acorn due to dryer air. Makes sense to me.
Monday, September 19, 2016
Okay, arborvitae are not that exciting in the general scheme of things. But if you ever find yourself shopping for some, go to a good nursery and buy single leader trees. These seem to be better able to handle winter and grow taller than the multiple leader trees that show up in big box store plant sales.
Sunday, September 18, 2016
All seven of these are called That Thing, as in That Thing that hangs at the end of the Venetian blind cord, That Thing that they give you at a museum to clip on your shirt, That Thing that pins the corner of the duvet to the duvet cover, That Thing made out of clear plastic that has been in the junk drawer forever, That Thing that looks like a safety pin only it's rounded, That Thing that says Ciao, That Thing that you use to hold your graduation cap on your head.
Saturday, September 17, 2016
Friday, September 16, 2016
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
Monday, September 12, 2016
A dinner-plate-sized hibiscus has bloomed every year for the last 14 years on a spindly stalk that seems to have come with the house.
This year there are three more blossoms in process. As I was sketching them in the back garden this morning Jesse moved behind the flower, and when I glanced up at him, this is what I saw:
Three baby steers calmly munching English ivy about twenty feet away on the edge of the hedgerow between our yard and the field.
These are very rough action drawings. I especially like the steer scratching his face with his hind foot.
Eventually the three settled down and I spent a while drawing them as they rested in the shade near the broken style that they had escaped through.
I don't mind at all having them back there, but I eventually called campus security and the farm manager showed up and nudged them back into the pasture and propped up the style.
Here are a couple more drawings of cud-chewing babies.
Then at mid-afternoon I went downtown to check out the political rally and its protesters . My plan was to draw people.
That was fun, but I soon made a sign andjoined the protest! And when the rally started and the police told us protesters they were letting people in without tickets, we went in. A very surreal event!
Saturday, September 10, 2016
My neighbor E, who is in third grade, wanted to go on an adventure. She had ridden her scooter down the street, and we were sitting on the grass in my front yard. She taught me how to make a duck call with a blade of grass. We shared her apple and peanut butter. Then we went down to the college garden, where we drew sunflowers together.
Friday, September 9, 2016
Thursday, September 8, 2016
Mosquitos. Fleas. Mildew. Waist-high weeds. Boring boxy white black or silver cars in lines at stoplights.
The garden with its brown choking un-dead-headed blossoms. The wretched witless repetitive ranting of some politicians. The black mildew blooms on the back porch screens. All the hot air.