Paper and Coffee

The rewards of working on a Saturday...paper and coffee on a Monday. Even IF the news is mostly bad or worse it's still a good morning.

Change of Plans

It was such a nice day I ended up with a different plan. (top photo)
Here's how it turned out. All scrap wood from mayors big trash day.
Bless that holiday.

Plan for the Day

This is what I'm working on today. If I can get this accomplished I'll feel like I've done a good days work. I'll let you know how it goes.

Social Not Working

I suppose I have been on hiatus. A hard drive crash is a nasty thing.
Not so great with this computer stuff.

Exploring FaceBook. Not sure yet. Addictive to a degree.

Started two group pages:

• Professional Porch Sitters Union - Founders Page
• Louisville Chickeneers (look for the above photo)
  

But blogging may be the most fun. I'll get back to that.

One Hundred Thirty Seven and One Half Degrees

Spring gets me to wanting Summer.
I am impatient.

One hundred thirty seven and
one half degrees. Exactly.

Rust, met by air
or blood, empties on the roots
of the helianthus.
Blood does good for roots.
Carmen bends low to pick
a tomato. Then nine.
Curlers in her hair and a dress
that fits loose upon her hips.
Income for the next generation
of kitchen scraps. Then chicken feed.

In late summer sun
the dropseed begins to cede.
I could dig it up and plant
it near the Indian grass. Or the
river oats.

137.5°

Iron and oxygen combine.
Hemoglobin. That thing they say
is thinker than water.
Is sweat thicker than water?

I’m watching an orange beetle on
the milkweed. Saddle
bags of pollen caught in anthers must
be the invention of sex.
Carmen calls me in for dinner.
She will give me five of
the nine tomatos.

Zen Cow Story

Here's a new project. I guess I needed one. Gonna paint backgrounds as oil paintings, photograph toys in front of them (a plastic cow from Little Toots' nativity scene in this case) and then manipulate the photos to make little children's stories. Each story is one page. Micro children's literature. Not for micro children necessarily though. If you click on the photo it's better.

Burned Into Memory

Children's book illustrators literally colored the way I perceive the world even today. One of the really surprising things about having a child is that it has returned forgotten memory to me. On the first day of the year Carmen and I purchased some children's books for Little Toot. In looking through some used books I came across The Magic Story Tree - Fifteen Favorite Fables and Fairy Tales illustrated by Lucille and H.C. Holling. I was surprised by the memory that flooded back when I started looking at the illustrations. I had this book. Not the same one mind you, but one just like it. I still see the world in these colors and with the same little hash mark shading.

Want some cheese little fellow?