Just a few digital drawings, one initial one then I used photodirector to change the colours and tones. I like to play with drawings and see how it can be altered without losing the definition.
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Tag: Life
Feeding the Maw
I just remembered this word ‘Maw’, it sometimes feels like social media is a voracious maw, gulping down tons of information and generating a lot of waste or rubbish alongside useful information.
Take the moon landing for instance. There are people today who think it didn’t happen. Some of those people were not born when it happened.
I remember being allowed to stay up to watch it. The grainy pictures, the slow step of Neil Armstrong off the lander. Later visits where other astronauts drove the lunar rover. And bouncing across the surface and one of them tripping over slowly in the 1/6th gravity of the Moon.
Talking about Maws, I remember a Star Trek episode where a giant world eating machine threatens to engulf the Enterprise. Somehow they defeat the monstrous killer.
So why write about Maws? I guess it’s because I keep blogging here. I feel like I’m feeding an insatiable need. Perhaps what I churn out is rubbish? You decide X
Reflected
You’re so shiny
I can see my face
Reflected in your paint
Chrome work polished
To a mirror like surface.
Silver and Maroon,
With black fittings
You sparkle in the sunshine,
Drawing admiring glances
But watch out for
Sticky toffee fingerprints,
Icecream smears
A day out of dangers
To your paint work.
Cats Eye
Take a photo of your cats eye said the vet on Tuesday. Then we will be able to compare how it’s changing.
Good idea, the cat injured its eye when it disappeared (trapped in a shed /garage) and they need to know if it’s improving. But, my cat keeps closing his eyes when I go near. Either in a friendly way, or because I’m advancing on him with eye drops.
So, all I can say is that it is improving slowly. He’s avoided having the drops a few times and he’s managed to lick out the antibiotic tablets I’m giving him a few times. It’s frustrating but I just have to do what I can. X
I need to go back…
My studio, I’m still nervous because of the delta variant of covid to go back into it. I need to paint but I’ve got that feeling that I’m on a knife edge, I don’t know what to do? It’s strange, I’m spending the money but for almost two years now I have felt very worried. Maybe I need some talking therapy, everything is getting too much….
She was rehomed…
A couple of months ago we found a budgie loose in the street. We didn’t know where it had come from but we took it to an emergency vets called Vets Now.
When we took our cat there last week I remembered to ask about the budgie. Despite being mentioned on social media no one came forward to claim her. (I think it’s a she). So it has now been rehomed in an aviary. I just thought I would post the details here incase anyone sees this.
Model boat
When you go to look at model train shows you don’t often see boats or ships. I suppose this might be collecting or delivering freight from the train running alongside the quay.
We went to Weymouth several years ago and saw the metal train tracks embedded in the harbour quay. I guess they would have used it for loading fish and shellfish to take to cities like London. I think there are similar lines in Plymouth. I know they had large passenger ships calling in at Plymouth in the past and they still have a ferry service as does Weymouth. Transport is a fascinating subject.
Caterpillars
Crawling and creeping
Eating and munching
All over my nasturtiums
They chomp the leaves.
Soon to crystallise
Into chrysalis, cased-
What will the pupate into?
Butterflies, Moths, Sawflies?
Holey plants turned to beauty….
How can the cat trust me?
Since he came home, I’ve had to give my cat eye drops and antibiotics. Every day he sits a bit further away from me. He is a bit more wary, nervous. It’s not surprising. Yesterday he was checked over by a vet and given another lot of antibiotics. I understand why, he needs them to help him heal. But it doesn’t make it any easier. If he wasn’t such a patient cat I don’t know what I would have done…. X
Dissappearing cat
You know when it’s time to go to the vets… When your cat dissappears!
Cue manic search under cupboards (I was sure he’d gone upstairs), then when that was no good we widened the search outside, our wooded garden, the neighbours, the alleyways, calling, shouting, bellowing… Then another look round the house. I even thought I’d take a cat toy on a string to chuck under cupboards and tempt him out? Then crreeeeaakkk, out bedroom door.. He came out? Where does he hide? Cat space! A quantum space that only cats can squeeze into….? Now he’s sitting in the sun on a box… Vets in thirty minutes. Wish him luck!
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