bee creative

in a bubble

Family photo layered over the image of the sun print.

Enlarged.

Edges softened.

Filter added.

My favorite "app" for playing is "Image Blender."

Only change...a different filter.

 

I have listened to an interview with Michael Longley (poet) several times now.  This morning considering this:

And I think what art can do is to tune you up. I mean, if you think of an out-of-tune violin, and tuning it up so that it’s in tune, I think that’s what art is, and that’s what art does. And good art, good poems, is making people more human, making them more intelligent, making them more sensitive and emotionally pure than they might otherwise be.

sometimes the only act of creativity is dinner

A little fuzzy, just as Widget was about to stick her paw in my dinner...

Leftover quinoa, re-hydrated peppers, zucchini and carrots, herbs, salt, and feta.

keep going

fieldnotes altered

I've started a journal just for field notes, garden notes.

Making notes at least once a week. I will be going back in the blog and cross referencing some dates.

From this week:

• Osprey sighting again.
• Chased big opossum out of the garden yesterday morning.  It was not easily convinced to go.
• Planted seeds: tomatoes, peppers, tomatillos, broccoli (some of these a little later than I should have).
• First peach blossoms opened today.
• Fierce daffodils blooming in the garden.

 

Note to self: remember to grow daffodils in a pot for the porch each year.

recharge

An afternoon in the garden.

Cutting blackberry vines and playing with cyanotype.

Sunshine power.

Just what was needed.

altered softly

 

fieldnote blanket, spring

The tulips were a gift.

The wool was already on the table.

Meant to be...

in color + field notes

Beautiful Deb Lacativa thread.

The fabric is raw silk.

Widget is absolutely no help, but she is a great joy.

The forsythia is in full bloom now.

I spent a good amount of time in the garden today.

Mostly clear, a little wind but from the south, a high of 58 F.

An osprey flew over, chased by crows.

The neighborhood hummingbird chattered from a nearby tree and the Merlin sat in the tallest Fir trees, shrieking occasionally. 

This year I have planted more natives in the garden.

For the songbirds and pollinators mostly.

A bumble bee has been spotted a few times over the last week.

This week I had the dubious pleasure of watching a raccoon sleep the afternoon away in one the neighbor's firs; occasionally stretching and scratching a bit.  At dusk two others showed up and a bit of a disagreement started. No picture, they were really too far up the tree to get a good one.

Sunrise, 7:11 AM.  Sunset, 7:21 PM. 

I will need to thin the garlic soon. It's done beautifully this winter.

So much else to do...tomorrow I will plant tomato, tomatillo, and pepper seeds. Today it was spinach, more peas, lettuce.

Noticed the pulmonaira (lungwort) blooming this week. It may have been blooming for awhile, it was tucked away.

It's always my sign that spring is on it's way.

 

 

a bit of stitching...

but not in color.

The lighting isn't what I would like for the thread and really, it is good to look at the texture of it too.

dot dot dot

farther

closer

(I used a micron pen.)

Next up, some more stitching.