“A zeeeeeeeee-bra!” Thalia brayed. “See how charcoal pencils tidy up oil pastel smudge? Just like Cal said yesterday — mixed media is our ticket!” “A zebra.” Nia looked out at a snow covered yard and wondered where the idea for today’s drawing came from.
Thalia’s very early morning joie de vivre never ceases to amaze! As my own pedestrian interests are more common, I have to ask for the meaning of the petroglyphs around the zebra’s forefeet? Nia? Calliope? Grass?! Hummm. And besides, what is a “woodless” charcoal pencil? The charcoal isn’t charcoal? Or the wrapper isn’t like our oldie Ticonderogas?
Izzie and I heard a woodpecker that sounded like a machine gun as it pecked away at a dying oak tree. Unlike the very slow and deliberate whacking of a pileated woodpecker... I wondered if that equates with our getting a cup of caffeinated coffee or tea on rising??
Staying constant versus playing my edge is a great question. Constant = predictable is my usual thought. But my edge? Impulsive? Unbridled? Inspired? Helter-skelter! Reckless abandon. It’s a fine discernment, but important to avoid embarrassment.
Sincerely, thanks for stirring my brain! Far superior to peckity-pecking dead trees with my teeth.
T-shirt: “If you watch Jaws backwards, it is a heartwarming story of a shark who gives arms and legs to disabled people” 😁
(sorry, no quips on zebras I could find — who knew?)
With the dark background, the zebra has a ghost horse vibe to it! Oooo-EEEE-ooooo!
Thalia’s very early morning joie de vivre never ceases to amaze! As my own pedestrian interests are more common, I have to ask for the meaning of the petroglyphs around the zebra’s forefeet? Nia? Calliope? Grass?! Hummm. And besides, what is a “woodless” charcoal pencil? The charcoal isn’t charcoal? Or the wrapper isn’t like our oldie Ticonderogas?
Izzie and I heard a woodpecker that sounded like a machine gun as it pecked away at a dying oak tree. Unlike the very slow and deliberate whacking of a pileated woodpecker... I wondered if that equates with our getting a cup of caffeinated coffee or tea on rising??
Staying constant versus playing my edge is a great question. Constant = predictable is my usual thought. But my edge? Impulsive? Unbridled? Inspired? Helter-skelter! Reckless abandon. It’s a fine discernment, but important to avoid embarrassment.
Sincerely, thanks for stirring my brain! Far superior to peckity-pecking dead trees with my teeth.