Wednesday, February 22, 2012

A Goooooooood Day!

I am wanting to be a famous Raven Photographer.  Ha ha.  No, really.  I do.  Only problem is that they do not co-operate.  I am tenacious, though.  So we shall see.  They are intelligent, humorous, wary, and very forward when one does not hold a camera in hand.

My brother feeds Ravens in his back yard.  He even knows some of their favorite snacks, like Aunt Cleo's pancakes.  He puts the "compost" out in their garden and bangs the pot on the fence.  Goes inside and watches them come sailing out of the forest from his kitchen window.  The Ravens chuckle and gobble up their treats.  They hear the pot bang, call in the whole clan, and drop in for snacks.

Some day a Raven will follow me home.  Even when I am up in the mountains on the way to the Lake,  from their vantage point my house is only about three miles away.  Every trip I invite them, show them the way.

This was a fun interlude in my day:  Grand Kidlets.  Ice cream and good company = Smiles.

Took a circuitous route home.  Found piglets in the vineyard.  They are an integral part of a system where bye the soil is tilled and fertilized by pigs and chickens.  There were four of this size; very extremely cute.

Flamboyant Flowering Quince, made the more bright by the sun setting behind the hill.  Wow.

And ever so coincidentally meeting Mary, who's smile is the BEST!  Now seriously, isn't this the coolest way to end a day?


Thursday, February 2, 2012

Laughing with the Horses

He is the Littlest Guy.

 He is the Biggest Guy.

Perspective:  Skyler (the human) is 6'3"ish.

Pretty cute, I say.

This Guy hangs his tongue.

 Hanoverian advantage.

Got him by the chin hair.

Needless to say, they're good buds.


Wednesday, February 1, 2012


Yes, here in N. Calif., we are experiencing one of our weird winters.  And, yes.  I am loving it, for I chafe under the discomforts of cold, wet winters, much preferring "strangely warm" days in January!  I notice that Manzanita blooms mid winter, to remind us that Spring is gathering herself together, and will burst forth in poppy orange, lupine purple, and a multitude of colors within the spectrum.  Recently I saw a whole flock of Western Bluebirds, flashing a blue more pure than sky.

I love these lantern shaped little pinks.  They make me maudlin.  Did you ever read The Little People books?  I love that they live behind the reality of the big people, their homes accessible through the cracks in the baseboards.  When I see these flowers in the spring, I am sure that the little people illuminate their cozy little homes with them.

In a sacred manner they have sent voices.
Half the universe has sent voices.
In a sacred manner they have sent voices to you.

heyoka from Black Elk Speaks

What I have not understood has to do with the Nature of Things.  How life is.  How my tears and sorrow are part of the fabric of things.  How even discomfort is sacred.

Sometimes I think that I spend an inordinate amount of time staring at Things.  Yes, this is the way of an artist, this one anyways.  Like I am memorizing a moment, a sense, even a silhouette or shadow breath movement.  Recognising plants, birds and animals from my past, most likely from my past's past.  Like Raven, looking down at me looking up at her.  She knows, like Manzanita knows.

And there is nothing to do about it.

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