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I picked up some pinecones on the way over here. I used to work for Mrs. Hamberger (her real name!) and she lived in a house on my way to the Cheviot library. The people who moved in after she died have a "witch-ball" in their front yard now, mint planted right next to the sidewalk, and just some cool stuff. Their front porch is full of junk that it looks like they are going to move to the curb, or pile in their car to take elsewhere. But it just sits there. They seem just like ordinary imperfect folks, with cool stuff in their front yard. [a witch ball, or gazing ball, is one of those reflective spheres about the size of a basketball that people use in their landscaping. Apparently deer find the sight of their own reflection in one disturbing, and this has led to much use of the ball in landscaping. Not to mention they are just kind of interesting.]
Anyway, they have a pine tree in their front yard, right over the sidewalk. Pine trees to me are pure MICHIGAN, where I grew up after having been born. (yet another favor my parents and the world did me.) So pine cones are pure pine resin smelling love to me. I've been meaning to pick some up for a while, after they swept up a bunch plus a ton of needles from the tree, but today seemed like a good time to do it finally. Not as though I couldn't o' done it before.
I made the icon I'm using now, and may post it as a requestable at 100x100 or somesuch place. It's based on a cover illustration by Elizabeth McGrath, whoever she is.
I've been following all kinds of interesting links to various art sites, just stuff I've found in userinfos or whatever. That was one of the images I found, the two cats onstage. It inspired part of a dream this week.
And thank God for the library and other amazing diversions and goodstuff, such as the internet and friends found thereby--or I'd go completely nuts.
I picked up some pinecones on the way over here. I used to work for Mrs. Hamberger (her real name!) and she lived in a house on my way to the Cheviot library. The people who moved in after she died have a "witch-ball" in their front yard now, mint planted right next to the sidewalk, and just some cool stuff. Their front porch is full of junk that it looks like they are going to move to the curb, or pile in their car to take elsewhere. But it just sits there. They seem just like ordinary imperfect folks, with cool stuff in their front yard. [a witch ball, or gazing ball, is one of those reflective spheres about the size of a basketball that people use in their landscaping. Apparently deer find the sight of their own reflection in one disturbing, and this has led to much use of the ball in landscaping. Not to mention they are just kind of interesting.]
Anyway, they have a pine tree in their front yard, right over the sidewalk. Pine trees to me are pure MICHIGAN, where I grew up after having been born. (yet another favor my parents and the world did me.) So pine cones are pure pine resin smelling love to me. I've been meaning to pick some up for a while, after they swept up a bunch plus a ton of needles from the tree, but today seemed like a good time to do it finally. Not as though I couldn't o' done it before.
I made the icon I'm using now, and may post it as a requestable at 100x100 or somesuch place. It's based on a cover illustration by Elizabeth McGrath, whoever she is.
I've been following all kinds of interesting links to various art sites, just stuff I've found in userinfos or whatever. That was one of the images I found, the two cats onstage. It inspired part of a dream this week.
And thank God for the library and other amazing diversions and goodstuff, such as the internet and friends found thereby--or I'd go completely nuts.
