Sketch
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11-10 sketch
Inspiration from my own camera shot in the garden last month and a class on Sat that coveted the many varieties of golden rod and endangered bumblebees. Procreate layers and layers 🐝 The photo…
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Sluething the marigolds
Look it up if you don’t know it. The word that I learned about today was Waymo. It’s a brand? Ok! It’s also a reason for collisions. In my garden observation state, I saw the reason why the marigolds are declining. Some uprooted and some just flat eaten! The Deer were under suspect as they eat everything. But I planted marigolds because deer don’t happen to like them. This week, I stood at the window and watched familiar sight of a squirrel in the yard. (no problem yet). And then as I watched, he grabbed a marigold plant from the ground and dragged it root ball and all to the…
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Blair Crimmons July 2024
Northside Tavern
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red lips means we are going out! not just up to the pub, but dancing!
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Tuesday Irish sessions🍀💙
And here we are back at Thomas Orielly’s Public House… where changes of decor have changed the sound and site of the best Irish music you can find in the South! See what you think on any given Tuesday, 7pm Irish time 🍀 If you are still with us… here’s some more shots! Butch’s birthday bash with the 77 Zeros!! And… a few videos cuz Butch’ beautiful wife IS a dancer and you just need some cow bell in your life!!!
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Desk lamp light
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Sketches May 2024
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Air to the element of fire
What makes a water sign’s blood boil? It’s the use of Aquarian air in catalyst form to feed the fire sign. The need is for delicate balance that if too weak or too heavy could burn her bone dry or wet the flame right out. In contrast, too much air can blow the flame out without even a drop of water. Being a cusp and two days after the daughter, means the dynamics would need to shift if we blow at the same time. Is it evidence of its eventuality? Attitude of the razor’s edge could change the workload of making that happen in perpetual, kinetic energy mode. It could…
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White Noise
This white noise is that common place where minute by minute and day by day, we healed from our wounds both mental and physical. This safe place is where spiritual activity found its grounding and meditation opened doors into spaces we didn’t even know existed. In a way, we did this together. It was intimate and a sharing that later, here in our timeline of now, bonds us together better than any dating app could conceive of. This oscillating white fan, dirty and old, has now become gold to me, as a symbol of where we come from. 💙 And speaking of those golden eggs that never get old, take…