Wednesday, July 30, 2014

A Little More Color

How about something with a little more color today.

I spent some time experimenting with water colors. I like how this one came out. The photography is terrible, but the colors are actually quite nice - purples and blues, pinks and yellows. . . .


Monday, July 28, 2014

I Promise

And a few final sketches. I'll move onto something new next, I promise.


Friday, July 25, 2014


  And even more:


Wednesday, July 23, 2014

A Few More

  Here's a few more sketches: 


Monday, July 21, 2014


  Sketchbooks! I love these things! I have quite a collection of them - some are standard spiral bound sketchbooks, some are handmade, leather bound books, one is even handmade by my sister - an awesome artist and blogger.

But, not only do I have a lot of these things, I actually use them! Yes, it's true. Here are some of the inner pages:

I'll post a few more of these sketches over the next few days. Nothing spectacular, but I have fun with them.


Saturday, July 19, 2014

Slip -Slidin' Away

  So I was out on the deck the other day picking berries from the black-rasperry bushes that are taking over the deck, yard and porch. There were squirrels wondering what I was doing to their snack-bush, robins that were startled to find me rustling around in their lunch, chipmunks that were curious about my presence and various other birds and bugs that didn't care what I was doing. But it's the chipmunks that provided the most entertainment.

As I picked a particularly juicy berry from the bush I heard a commotion - soft, startled, yet muffled squeaks echoed across the deck along with the screech of claws scrabbling on metal . The chipmunk had apparently tripped and catapulted head-first down the downspout. He put up quite a fight - for quite some time I heard the slow, descending squeal of claws as he fell, little legs outstretched, vainly trying to stop his downward spiral to the no doubt dirt-and-bug-infested bottom of the downspout. But to no avail - there was no fighting gravity!

So after that racket, I heard the pitter-patter of teensy paws along the 10 foot length of pipe that travels under the deck. Unfortunately, the end that lets out into the grass is partially squashed. I looked it over and thought there might be just enough space for a panic-stricken rodent to squeeze through. I know that rodents are particularly squishy when it comes to getting in and out of tight spots. I bent down and tried to pry it open a bit.I heard some more startled squeaks and the pitter-patter of little feet back up the pipe toward the house. Then shortly thereafter, a bit more squeaking of nails on metal as he tried again to climb back up the pipe.

I decided to leave him be for a bit. He wasn't going to come out while I was there messing with the bottom of the pipe. Maybe if I left it be, he'd venture out, squashing himself flat and slithering out.

I don't know if he ever did get himself out. There are no more squeaks coming from the pipe, but there's also no rotting rodent smells either so I think he made it out OK. That's what I'll tell myself anyway.