New paintings and regular art updates.
A random drawing
Oh my wobbly lines
Shaking as I draw
Damaged nerves
Causing me to dither.
Gold glitter to decorate first,
Black fine liner
Pen of choice.
Writing a poem
With a mug?
About a drawing?
A bit of fun,
Sketching and blank verse.
Is this a twofor?
That’s, two for the price of one!
Reading a blog about computers and computer programming today I suddenly remembered an incident that happened over forty years ago.
I didn’t know how they worked and I was just starting college. I went in an exhibition about information technology. I saw on a computer screen a message which said something about typing the answer to a question and it would then play a game.
I typed in the answer, nothing happened. I did it again and again, nothing? The original question disappeared off the top of the screen….frustrated I gave up.
There was no-one there to explain what had happened. There was no one there to tell me you had to press enter!
Old drawing done on my old tablet. One of the mugs was bought from Amerton. Amerton is a garden centre, craft centre and has a narrow guage or small guage railway running round a field. It also had a play barn, various tourist shops and a bakery.
We don’t know if it’s opened up again now restrictions are being lifted. It’s on the road between Stone and Rugeley in Staffordshire. I’m sure there will be details on the net.
You spread your arms
And reach out
Touching other trees.
Bark and moss
Cracks and splits
But you stand strong
Encompassing the land
Shading the ground
Leaf and branch.
Happy nature.
Waiting room gallery sketch, for today’s #bandofsketchers prompt ‘waiting’. Bit wobbly as my left hand was shaking as I held the sketchpad and phone.
Then I experimented with variations using my phone photo editor and photodirector. Using different techniques to give different effects to the image.
View of the gatehouse of the cemetery with masses of Clematis Montana? growing up and around trees in the grounds. Splendid gates and brick pillars add to the impression of a proud building. I enjoyed walking through the cemetery tonight, in a gentle rain. The somber clouds echoing the place.
I like the subtle colours in this photo, mostly muted except for the lime greens of some of the newly grown leaves, sulphurous and alive, balancing out the pinks, greys and browns. It had just stopped raining (we had been sheltering under a tree when I took this photo). I dont know what I think of buildings in cemeteries, could anyone acyually live there or is it offices? and who locks up the gates at night- is there an official gate keeper?
Trees are wonderful things, they live for much longer than humans and they show their lives in their limbs. This evergreen must have been damaged t some stage with one limb shooting off at a right angle then growing straight up parallel to the main trunk. The greenery starts part way up the trunk, perhaps the lower branches have fallen or been cut back. What history it must have seen over the years?
Cat gymnastics
Wash that face
Wash that leg.
Rough tongued
Smooths fur.
On and on
Till spic and span
Dusty whiskers
Long gone.
A paw here
A claw there
Cat cleaned
To perfection
Within a whisker.
I saw these rather splendid chimneys on my walk yesterday. They are on a building opposite Stoke Station. I’m going to make a drawing of them later today. X
One of our indoor cats snuck out the back door today. We didn’t realise as my hubby left the back door open just while he popped out to get the milk in. I knew she was out when I went to give her some cat treats and she didn’t come running immediately.
My hubby is loud, and she runs and hides from him, so when he went out shouting her name I knew that wouldn’t work. I put my coat on and shook the bag of treats near the back door, then tried looking between the back fence and the shed. No sign. Still shouting her name I called and called, no answer…
I came in to calm down, I did the washing up to take my mind off things. I decided to give her a few minutes peace to let her settle wherever whe was. Then I went out and called her again….
Mew! Mew! She was miaowing loudly, but where? Sounded like the neighbours garden. You have to go out our front door and down the alley… Mew! I could hear her, but not see her. She mewed constantly as I called her, I looked behind old bits of wood, and an old door propped against the fence. Mew! I climbed over a pile of old branches into the next garden. Mew! Not in their shed.
Mew! The cat noise was coming and going, as if she was moving around. But where? Not behind anything? Maybe up? There she was, she must have climbed up a bush to get onto a kitchen extension roof!
She doesn’t climb, except up stairs, but she got up there. Mew!!! Come down little cat? After a lot of cajoling she came down just after the neighbour offered the loan of a ladder! She scrambled and slid down the branches… And shot off into our garden! I ran round and back through the front door, through the house and let her in the back door. She ran upstairs. Then she came down again and had some food, as if nothing had happened.
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Mallaband-Brown