Sunday, May 04, 2014
Monday, May 07, 2012
Hemlock Shore
Not much I need to say about this...
My husband Don took his canoe out on Hemlock yesterday and snapped this beautiful image.
Some of my favorite rocks and feathers were found along this lake shore (before I moved to KY). I am currently in a teaching circle with a Hopi grandmother. She taught us how to honor these findings; some are now in my medicine bundle. They have also inspired some sketches for designs I'd like to explore... some day... (so much to do, so little time).
My husband Don took his canoe out on Hemlock yesterday and snapped this beautiful image.
Some of my favorite rocks and feathers were found along this lake shore (before I moved to KY). I am currently in a teaching circle with a Hopi grandmother. She taught us how to honor these findings; some are now in my medicine bundle. They have also inspired some sketches for designs I'd like to explore... some day... (so much to do, so little time). Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Mizar, the Ancient Mariner: Young Tiger 100th Mission
My dad has started his own blog: here's his first post - a test to make sure everything is working.
He's the dude on the right, in his flight suit, having just gotten the ceremonial hosing down upon completion of his 100th mission (Strategic Air Command: Cold War Years). The guy on the left is a general giving him his medal or whatever they got for this occasion.
Mizar, the Ancient Mariner: Young Tiger 100th Mission
He's the dude on the right, in his flight suit, having just gotten the ceremonial hosing down upon completion of his 100th mission (Strategic Air Command: Cold War Years). The guy on the left is a general giving him his medal or whatever they got for this occasion.
Mizar, the Ancient Mariner: Young Tiger 100th Mission
Monday, October 03, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Starry Road Studio
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Unexpected Discoveries
Last night I had several rapid-fire dreams full of intense visual imagery. Things I can or must make, and do. I could not contain it all, it was too much.
This sketch feels like what I experienced last night.
Saturday, June 05, 2010
Letter to the Creator from the Earth
Letter below composed by my dad - received in an email this past weekend. Picture by me: photo of the first oil spring discovered in North America, in Cuba, NY (Oil Spring Reservation), about 4 miles from our cabin.
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Hi God.
Hi God.
Over here. I'm the small blue planet orbiting a small sun in a small galaxy. You answered my request 65 million years ago for an asteroid strike and I want to say "Thank You" again for that. The dinosaur population had become untenable for my ecology. They were literally climbing over top of each other, slithering about, destroying the natural habitat for themselves and other creatures. Good riddance!
Sorry to be such a bother but I need your assistance again. The new threat to this world has become far worse than your dinosaurs ever were. They call themselves "Humans". They may be your darlings but they hate each other. They have discovered the resting places of all those rotting dinosaurs and have learned how to war over these deposits of dinosaur juice. They call it OIL. It has been bad
enough that their use of the juice, has caused a horrible pollution of the atmosphere but now they are ruining the planet's water supply. Vast quantities of the stuff are spilling into the oceans, killing your beautiful fishes and soon, "Oil rains" will fall upon the land masses, making plants and animals sick.
So please consider this request for another asteroid strike, say one about the same size as the other, except some birds actually survived the last one. I'll leave it up to you. I'll get by.
Just for laughs, these humans spend a great deal of time searching the universe for signs of what they call, "Intelligent Life". It's a shame they haven't found any signs of it here on this lovely blue world.
Thanks again,
The Blue World
Sorry to be such a bother but I need your assistance again. The new threat to this world has become far worse than your dinosaurs ever were. They call themselves "Humans". They may be your darlings but they hate each other. They have discovered the resting places of all those rotting dinosaurs and have learned how to war over these deposits of dinosaur juice. They call it OIL. It has been bad
enough that their use of the juice, has caused a horrible pollution of the atmosphere but now they are ruining the planet's water supply. Vast quantities of the stuff are spilling into the oceans, killing your beautiful fishes and soon, "Oil rains" will fall upon the land masses, making plants and animals sick.
So please consider this request for another asteroid strike, say one about the same size as the other, except some birds actually survived the last one. I'll leave it up to you. I'll get by.
Just for laughs, these humans spend a great deal of time searching the universe for signs of what they call, "Intelligent Life". It's a shame they haven't found any signs of it here on this lovely blue world.
Thanks again,
The Blue World
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