Saturday, December 31, 2011

Illustration Friday—Highlight

Why is it we are always glad to see the end of a year and hope the next one is better? I think it's because by the time we reach December and all the end of the year holidays we are exhausted. We're glad to get rid of the old year, not because we are tired of it, but because we are just plain tired. I know I am. This New Year's Eve will see me at home with my love and a few close friends who will likely make their way out for a night on the town or home to bed well before midnight. Twelve months is a long time and so much happens. I'm going to try not to let my tiredness color my view of the past year. Lots of changes but the important things still remain: family and friends. Our Christmas card this year said, "All that we behold is a Blessing." 

Friday, December 9, 2011

Illustration Friday—Separated

Separated by color and still the same. I guess we could say the same about people. Of course there's still dogma, ideology and bike lanes to keep us divided.

Friday, December 2, 2011

Illustration Friday—Brigade

Today starts the cookie brigade. I'm making three of my late Mother's Christmas cookie recipes. The fourth, I've given up on. I just can't get them to work. She made it look so easy. I watch and helped for years. I thought it would be a no brainer. I thought wrong. This is a Bird's Nest cookie. I don't get this one exactly right either. My Dad and brothers however, think they are wonderful and welcome them every year. Those guys are the best.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Illustration Friday—Round

The beautiful red tomato the epitome of summer to me. Being November in the North Atlantic perhaps a snowball would be more appropriate but rendering white is so hard.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Illustration Friday—Vanity

The worst dream ever. Oh, it started out fine. I was walking onto a store to go shopping. As I walked through the door a clerk that looked a lot like Kristen Dunst said, "Hi, Orca." Ow. I was mad. I remember thinking, "Hey, I'm trying." Hi, Orca. Still mad. Orca. Orca this. 

Whales are supposed to have good connotations when they appear in dreams but not orcas and not in this context. Any dream interpreters care to weigh in? 

Friday, November 11, 2011

Illustration Friday—Silent

This is my lovely park. In the summer time it is filled with people and dogs. But in the winter it's all mine, silent, peaceful and calm. Robert Frost wrote:
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Illustration Friday—Stripes

This is Bob. Her stripes are subtle but that's the only thing about her (yes, her) that is. This is a quieter less hostile moment.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Illustration Friday—Scary

It was scary enough that the roof was leaking. Leaking into the third floor and  ruining the  75+ year old plaster. Not as scary, however, as the terrifying centipede that  scurried out when we pulled a loose piece of plaster down. It was classic, I was standing behind my husband with my hands on his shoulders and when that centipede flew out we jumped back a good foot and a half in exact unison. It would have been funny if we weren't so scared. This one was huge. Scared the hell out of both of us. By the way, I've seen plenty of centipedes in my day, squishing them with my foot wearing nothing but a sock to killing a baby centipede with my fingers. Damn those things.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Illustration Friday–Stay

Instead of stay I took some liberty and illustrated stays. Stays is the old word for corset. Called stays in the 18th century they became corsets in the 19th. In the 20th century we called them girdles and today in the 21st century, shapers.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Illustration Friday–Soaked

Tadpoles. Those are tadpoles. Let's get that straight right off. I run in a park in southeastern PA. I found these tadpoles swimming in a puddle one day. I am a city girl through and through. My idea of the country is Deliverance, the country is a scary place. Cities I get. Anyway, I've been excitedly watching these tadpoles develop and making them my own. On Friday, to my utter horror and despair, the brutes at the park service filled in the puddle with sand. I ran home and called my husband sobbing. I know, I know they're tadpoles. But they were my tadpoles, get it? There were about five left in a footprint size puddle. My lion-hearted knight came home and took me to the park to rescue the remaining tadpoles. In the course of digging along the edges and sifting the sand through our fingers we managed to rescue between two and three dozen and relocate them to a safe place. After they got good and soaked many began swimming about. Not only that, my tadpoles were farther along in development than the tadpoles they joined in their new home so I can tell which are my tadpoles.

How lucky are those tadpoles and how lucky am I?

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Illustration Friday – Safari

This happened to be one of the pictures that I draw daily for my husband. I call it Today's picture. I send it to his work address Monday through Friday. I based it on a photograph hanging in our dining room. The Rhino in the photo is charging the camera and the cameraman. I added the daisies later and sent it to a friend who was having a bad day. He never replied, ungrateful wretch.