Seems like the only acceptable occupation in winter time…being a blanket burrito. And book in hand, cozy kitty on my legs, I see no other way to occupy my time with. Good day to you all.
I am a Burrito!
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Squawkin’
Squawkin’ into Spring
As in ostriching and awkwarding into Spring! if I can turn those words into verbs for this moment onward I would. Because I don’t know what else I’m doing with my life, so making up verbs and words will do.
silly and grumpy ostriches!
Once there was a thing called spring
Mush faces coming at you! because I haven’t felt like drawing and/or anything really. But these are my new half faces along the pages of my journal.
I do have a new March playlist! You can guess the theme I believe:
I did get out today with camera, and it was the same rather dismal sky. You wouldn’t have believed it was March and the beginning of spring break here. So I won’t show you the same mushroomy toadstools I found today. But I did figure out the big birds I thought were cranes were actually great egrets because that makes more sense around here along the creek beds and such. The other morning it was still dark and I was coming across the bridge over the creek I saw some flying above me. They were huge and graceful! That was cool! Or it could be herons, but I’m thinking they’re egrets. There were three flying above me. So I’m not sure, they looked too wirey to be geese. Who knows they were cool birds flying above me!
Anyway we don’t have any big grand mush adventures planned, but just being with my kids is all that I want to do. And so I imagine we will find something magical even if it’s just a cool rock and/or a new hiking trail.
Sunny Days will be around the Corner…I’m guessing..
But not today. Incoming dreariness! Dreary indeed. And incoming more FUNGI! But I find I see some interesting things on these dreary walkabouts. Unfortunately, it’s about the same things, so you’ve been warned. There were a lot more fungi I couldn’t get too, the rain had made some flooded spots, I definitely need rain boots!
I think this will be my last bit of redundancy! the redundant fungi, the redundant puddles, the cloudy skies..the wet death of winter. Because March will be here soon. Spring break! I plan to do a little camping and hopefully sunny days will be around the corner…I’m only guessing…the whole world is in a state of dreariness, it’s hard to believe in anything…
I’m not completely satisfied with my walkabout haul today. I was more distracted than anything, and I was trying to embrace the last bit of the winter into my lungs, looking more at the sky, but also searching inward that I couldn’t capture through the lens. Maybe just a state of ease, letting the air fill my lungs with hope, anticipation for the next weeks to come.
Raining in my Coffee Cup? not a problem
Although the rain has subsided this morning, it’s the perfect time of morning where it’s still damp, cloudy and….you guessed it PUDDLES. Puddles in my coffee? Not a problem.
Oh wait, I hear the rain coming back.
It’s just time for me to get out and take some photos. I do have some errands to run today so I better get to it!
I need some rain boots.
Awkward Ostrich
Just doodling an ostrich for you.
I kind of like it better than the crane. The crane I aspire to be, but the ostrich I am and must accept. But that’s okay! I’m dorky.
Change Taking Place
After Valentine’s Day and the success of the paper hearts, I’ve not figured out my next grand mush gesture. Perhaps, flowers? Perhaps more weirdo birdos…I’m leaning on ostriches. I just feel like a total awkward ostrich. Ugh. Minus the height. I wanted to embody the beautiful and graceful crane, but I am not there yet. Changes are taking place, even as I write, the buds are starting to emerge. Luckily I have photos to prove the emergence of spring in all it’s colorful glory! As well as more fungi or course. Spring is on its way. Something tells me it’s going to be about the same. I don’t know. It’s hard to be hopeful for anything right now. And if there’s anything we can count on, it’s the seasons that come and go. The rise and fall of the setting sun. The constants in our life. I grasp onto that, and simultaneously grow and emerge along with nature. That’s a beautiful thought at least. Because I know I’ll still stay the same no matter what. Stay in my comfortable bubble. Change take place, within me. Let this weirdo birdo fly!
I just couldn’t resist a puddle, but I had to show you the green in the puddles, if you see!
Articulated Mess
I wish I had a voice as beautiful as the birds, just to be that confident. They sing as loudly as possible, communicate as loudly and as articulately to their loves. Why is it so hard for me? And why do I look like a
CREEP…a CREEPY weirdo!!!! UGH. I’m living in mortification at something that I did because, let’s face it. I don’t know how to talk to people. At this age, it’s almost like I’m disabled in a way. A social misfit! A tangled up big ol’ articulated mess. I promise I am smart, an intelligent being of some kind…so what’s wrong with me?
People.
I’m more of an ostrich than a beautiful song bird, awkward and uncomfortable in every way possible. And there’s a slight chance I could charge after you, I am a bit intimidating…
And this is the same person who decided to make a bunch of origami hearts for everyone. I don’t think it’s possible to be that confident and that scared at the same time! If you’re wondering how the hearts went, it went really well. But this morning I came into work and they were gone. So someone decided that they were unnecessary. Oh well, that’s why I made two baskets!!! Onto the second basket….
Fungus Funday Sunday
Fungus
Fungus Fun Sunday, if you’d like to rename Superbowl Sunday that…I don’t know if it’ll take off, but we’ll see the way the world is right now, anything could happen!
Fungus was what caught my eye today on my camera Sunday stroll. This time I went out in the morning instead of evening, which I’m glad I did. I saw more song birds, not many birds of prey. And more Fungus I missed last time.
It definitely was a good day for fungus, birds too, and yeah the puddles…always the puddles. They were brighter I see.
Octo-Dude…who remembers Octo-Dude?
I started drawing Octo-Dude again. I really forgot all about him, but he reemerges from the surface after years of hiding. Where the heck have you been dude? And most importantly what have you been doing?
It’s hard to tell with that kind of face.
Okay, slither away from whence you came.
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