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cameras are packed, queue up the camels

 

 

 

 

my beachy bird art show

Whilst plopped down beach~side I shared some of my beach*bird art.

If you visit me regularly you might recognize some of my beachy friends.

The one on the bottom right is entitled:  Jonathan was afraid to go into the water...

Top left:  Jonathan hated the rain...

Bottom right:  Jonathan felt someone was watching him...

In case you are wondering,
yes yes yes I do have signed release forms for the use of all likenesses and that was truly the hardest part.

That and specific refreshment requests for the show's opening night gala.

On left:  Jonathan wondered how Alice had learned the truth...

On right:  Peter could tell Lisa was still angry...

If you have called and I did not answer, it is most-likely because we are all down on the beach doing another photo*shoot.

{{ Do drop by if you are not too busy but take care & mind the pelican poop! }}

i must have been too quiet

dear mother,
these are the photos i was taking in your garden last week...

{{ i saw you peeking out of the kitchen window. }}

they were for you for mother's day!

love always,
your first born

tourist tuesday and finding color along the canal st-martin

 Almost always I have to have my hands up in color.

Most recently my vacationing hands were busy working threads lime and brown.

Thanks to inspiration from here and encouragement from there, I presently have a few, locally-grown, red beets tied up in bits of old white linen just to see what will happen with the passage of time.

So far it is a bit like watching paint dry.

Hope this dyeing with red beets business turns out better than the dyeing experiment with the dark green spinach.

We will see.

Whilst in Paris last May I made my way over to the Canal St-Martin.

Nothing much colorful about a canal except for those who sometimes live in boats on them.

Anyway, I had heard conflicting stories about the Canal  St-Martin and decided to scope it out for myself.

Some people gush how romantic it is to float leisurely down the canal while others say bobbing along the narrow waterway waiting on the locks to open up is a Terrible Waste of Paris Time.

Growing up between the St. Johns River and the Atlantic Ocean I learned way-back-when that for me most any time spent on water is time happily spent.

My memory just now conveniently tossed out one particularly unpleasant trip crossing the rough Irish Sea on a seemingly small and unstable ferryboat. 

I love how lately my mind erases the unfortunate parts that happened year and years ago.

The Romantic in me expected this vision as after all I was In  Paris.

And, if you saw this movie you saw the Canal St-Martin for the teeniest second.

 When I rounded the corner and saw this I decided to skip the ride down the canal and to walk along the banks instead.

 What a clever girl I was that day.

I found my color!

And in my bright yellow suitcase, I brought back some fun just for you.