Hello, hello, on this very foggy evening. I do love a spooky mysterious fog. And no wind! 4 mph winds, so still, so lovely.
I'm pretty much caught up on current nature journal pages. A few weeks ago, poring [pouring?] over the best artists' work on IG, I noticed that not only are their drawing beautifully done, the pages, even year after year, every space filled, are also beautiful. These artists make a effort--unconsciously?-- to design and curate their pages. Aha! You can see how I used this idea to upgrade my tiny book's presentation just a little. So let's see.
Back at Easter, a blown out duck or goose egg.
My neighbors' fig tree, leaf buds.
And scribble journal notes page. Always better, spontaneous and definite.
Palest butter yellow hyacinth, withered but still interesting.
A handful of shells found in an old coat pocket; not native here*. I saved them to use with the pebble/ fossil---neutrals and textures gathered over the years.
Radish seeds planted. I have such high hopes, though am squeamish.
This one is a do-over at some point. It is ghastly. Even the sketch is much better.
Scribble journal pages are always drawn from memory; often they are much better work, easy and engaging, yet surprisingly accurate. My vision issues, where I see and draw skewed images, is not as apparent when I draw from memory.
This amused me. For next week's sketch I brought home and photographed the black cherry blossoms, just after a wind and rainstorm.
Only to see that this coming week, every week, for the three years, that is what I draw.
It's quite barren here still, always. Barren in the sense of not much variety, even as spring finally begins and things green up. Three kinds of shrubs, three kinds of trees, two kinds of dune grass. Big flies; yellow jacket wasp [already!]. Looks like I need to brave tick season and look further afield.
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On a sort of journaling note. I thought this meditation scroll/ journal is so intriguing, so charming. I can't imagine an object much more useless, but I love it. Perhaps I'll do a summer of 25 spool? How bout you? Here or Blog HERE
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"Useless, mommy? Did you call me?"/ "No sweet Mo Mo ,you are loved and valued. ''
Mo is doing ok; 5 days since a pain event.
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Did I show you the doll dress on the doll?
It fit perfectly. My little friend loved it. She notices all the details, like the black and white Keds [sneakers], and colored ricracs. Next we plan a girl and dolly sundress set.
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I planted more seeds and the rads and lettuce are doing well:
I worked on What Nots, cutting the teeny tiny Nots on rainy afternoons.
I didn't spring clean more. Bowl of eggs, below, stays out til June, as May is bird nesting month here.
Have a good weekend!
love
lizzy
gone to the beach...
*Non-native shells and coral? Sometimes people, for whatever reason, return their beach finds to the beach. Sometimes their rejected collections reflect trips to Florida or the Caribbean, and so I find little piles pf coral or unusual shells. Rarely found but treasured. I was surprised to learn this practice is a big no-no with some beachcombers, according to a poll on Beachcomber magazine. They call it it "seeding''. I think of it as rehoming, recycling. Must think about my plan to return my seaglass to the shore when I die.