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Road Closed

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I’ve been asked,

where do I get the ideas  for my stories

where do I dig up the weird things that inspire me to write

and today I thought I would show you…

that I am inspired by the things

I see every single day

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo: A.M. Moscoso Photo: A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso Photo A.M. Moscoso

 

photos taken June 29, 2009

King Street Station

Seattle, WA

Written by Anita Marie

June 30, 2009 at 4:26 am

The Eggs and I

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“The Eggs and I”

This was created in The Tholos Group as a result of the Cosmic Egg prompt.

Manipulated Photograph

L. Gloyd (c) 2008

Written by Pelican1

August 1, 2008 at 4:26 am

Posted in Visual Arts

The Elder Spirit of the Gwen Guin

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My first spirit animal was found at a very precocious ahe.

My first spirit animal was found at a very precocious ahe.

I was given my first Spirit Guide at the tender age of 1 month old.  To this day, over 49 years later, my Mum still swears up and down that I have awakened to the Tonight show, and gone to sleep when Sesame Street starts.
Hence, I was called “The Night Owl”, (is there any other kind?), and this particular owl really suits me!!
Even with my glasses on, I see the world through a soft fog, and view the world in a lopsided manner.  As far as standing on one leg, I am still a restless stander.  I may be able to sit still, but stand?  No way Jose!!
Anywhoo, I am still a creature of night, preferring to hibernate the days away in my dim and cushioned nestie.  The owl is also the symbol of ESP, wisdom, insight, and night-time, all of which are things I am interested in and study; or try to attain as in the case of wisdom.
Silent flier, creature of the night,
Sailing through beams of moonlight.
Is that a mouse, or perhaps larger prey?
What do your golden eyes see,
In such a shadowed world?
Things unseen, unknown to daylight?

Written by gwenguin1

July 18, 2008 at 10:01 am

Fabric Sectional/s

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I decided to try techniques used in art journaling on fabric, replacing paper collage pieces with fabric scraps to make up the background – just for fun and experimentation.  This is the first section I have embellished with stitch – I have a sneaking suspicion that I shall return to work more on this piece.  I have ended up with 16 postcard size pieces .

As I began to embellish each section I decided to join them into a whole piece rather than forming them into a book as I had originally intended.   I am really liking the result so far………

Initially I was thinking to use this as a background, á la art journal style.   My first thought being to create some form of self-portrait as a surface design…. as these were literally journal sections that I had cut up and reformed,  a representation of my life, albeit for a day or so only, it would make sense to have some form of self imprinted/embellished onto the background.  However, now I have stitched it all together I am not so sure.  At present it is pinned to a wall where I see it often – I will wait until it tells me what it wants me to do with it.

Jill

http://meanderingmuse.wordpress.com

Written by Jill

July 15, 2008 at 11:37 am

An Iris for Kerry

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Seeing the photos of Kerry’s Irises reminded me of the Irises I grew in Oregon, I miss them so.  All of them, but one in particular.

 

This rhizome (root) was mixed in with a bed of the Blue Flag irises, and my friend, Bella, gave them to me.  All I had to do was dig them up and transfer them to my flowerbeds.

 

I waited impatiently for next spring (from late summer) and the ‘Time of the Irises’.  At last, the Irises rose above the soil, with their leaves like giant blades of grass waving in the late spring-early summer breezes.

 

Then came the flower stalks themselves, each one reaching for the sun.  The buds appeared, each with their crinkling, brown papery coat.  I watched as the colours began to clarify.  Mostly lavender and purple, with a couple Sapphire Blue ones tossed in randomly.

 

At last!!!  One lone stalk shaded darker from burgundy-purple, and I knew I had my Black Iris!!  I was delighted, and so was my husband, he must have been, he went out and took photos of it.

 

My one Black Iris plant

 

So Kerry dear, an Iris to share with you.

Written by gwenguin1

May 25, 2008 at 2:26 am

another iris

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taken 23 MAY 08 by Kerry

Written by kvwordsmith

May 23, 2008 at 8:23 pm

Views Around the Old Homestead

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Mum has taken to walking around the house for exercise and I try to walk with her.  I, of course, take either one or both of my cameras along.

Hanging on our front patio in the early afternoonThis is one of the views from our front patio, early in the evening.  We have yet to use the hanging lanterns, but oh!!  I love the sound of wind chimes!

 

The Overgrown BougainvilleaI have come to love the willy-nilly, thorny growth of this bougainvillea.  The blooms are lovely when they are backlit by the sun, there are times of the year that the entire bush is covered in the papery blossoms in their fade-resistant pink.

 

Even with vigilant pruning these can take over, never mind our “it’ll still be there later” gardening mindset.  There have been times we have had to move the branches out of our way on the front patio, which is 8 feet wide.

 

 

The Twisty TreeThis is a tree by the office where I apply for food stamps, I like the way that the branches writhe around each other.

 

Sun Through the TreeSame tree, much closer this time, with the sun peering through the leaves.

 

The Wee BirdiesWe had a brief rain squall last Friday, and I went out to take pictures of the clouds, when I circled ‘round to the front of the house I spied these wee birdies taking shelter from the wild winds.

 

The Mountain In The eastAfter all this time, I am still fascinated by the mountains, Michigan had no’real’ mountains, they got shaved away by a glacier in the last Ice Age.  Every time I stop and look at this particular mountain, I am reminded of an early Rush song’s lyrics.

 

“Yet my eyes are drawn towards

The mountain in the East.

It fascinates and captivates.

And gives my heart no peace.”

 

     The Fountain of Lamneth © 1975 Lee, Lifeson, and Peart

 

And yes, this mountain is due east if our little nestie.

 

 

Surprise!]I have been busily sorting, and cataloguing books to go into storage (5 boxes of ‘em) and in the midst of what is actual work I ran across a book that wouldn’t close properly.  When I opened it to the gap, I found these Mexican Bird of Paradise blossoms I had pressed years ago.  What a sweet thing to find while I am boxing books.

 

Oh, and, I have not catalogued the books that are staying in my room, nor have I catalogued the sixteen larger boxes of books already in storage!!  Did I mention that I am a bookworm?  Hahahahahhaahaha!!!

 

Words and Images © 2008, Gwen M. Myers

Written by gwenguin1

May 22, 2008 at 3:06 am