Please show me your dance photos!
For some reason, I just love the photo of this rhinoceros beetle. It was crawling on my garage wall and I just liked the color mix as well as the holes in the surface of the wall that echo its spots.
I also loved this display in a beauty shop. Imagine doing anything at all with nails like these!!!!
And this is another favorite photo of mine. Taken at the Archaeological Museum in Mexico City. I took the photo from the back so it was reflected in the glass in the front which also reflected the wall behind. I love the effect.
For Lens Artists Challenge #367:Everyone should see this!
Sparrow’s Song
Sparrows that stretch their wings out and flutter branch to branch
migrate for the winter to the barn at Daddy’s ranch.
I ring a bell and they emerge from their hidden places.
Some flutter to my back as I bend down to tie my laces.
I stretch my arm to spread their seed, then try to stand real still
as they execute crash landings to land and eat their fill.
Others fidget up above, lining the barn’s high beam,
like substitutes awaiting their chance to join the team.
Ferrets slinking through the hay , their teeth as sharp as lances
keep close watch on wings and beaks, waiting for their chances
to pounce on unsuspecting birds, so memories once sweet
given darker endings, may mean nostalgia’s defeat.
Word menu for the Sunday Whirl this week is: sparrows bell migrate emerge flutter still stretch slinking memories branches fidgeting crash
Sunday Stills wants us to post photos in honor of world animal day~!!
Nice lazy morning after painting the sculpture in the lot down below to lie in the hammock with a good book (and by the end with all three dogs) until……
Believe it or not, it took me 2 1/2 hours to paint the green scales on the other side of the neck, the snout and the gold coil. That said, I was able to finish before the sun came up over the house and trees and I met a neighbor, his grandchild and daughter-in-law as well as a passerby with pup! Here are their photos:
(I promise I didn’t paint the shoes!!!!)
For Cellpic Sunday
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I have been painting my “Plumed Serpent” Sculpture in the lower garden in between bursts of rain and too-hot sunny periods. I hired someone to paint the body. I’ve been working on the head, which is still in process. I’ll do the plumed tail next. For some reason, I have identified with Quetzalcoatl since I first moved to Mexico. It is a sculpture of him that spews water into my pool and this huge sculpture winds its way across the lower lot. He was my project during the Covid isolation period. The head is of carved stone..purchased in Tonala. The tail I designed with Isidro and he carved it. The body I designed and Jose formed of concrete. I had a branding iron made to press the scales into the concrete. Once I’ve painted the head and tail, I’ll decide whether the body will stay as is or have another layer of paint added. May run out of energy by then…Forgottenman insisted wisely suggested¹ I share this “in process.”
Quetzalcoatl means “Feathered Serpent” in Nahuatl, the language of the Aztecs. The name combines “quetzal” (brightly colored bird) and “coatl” (snake), symbolizing the deity’s dual nature, which represents a connection between the earth and the sky. Quetzalcoatl was a major deity in many Mesoamerican cultures, including the Maya and Aztec, and was believed to have a role in the creation of the world and humanity. His image as a feathered serpent reflects a blend of the divine, celestial nature of the bird, and the grounded, earthly nature of the serpent, symbolizing wisdom, life, and fertility.
(From the World History Encyclopedia)
I’m going down to do some more painting before the sun comes up. I’ll be back with a post of what this lot looked like before I started this project…..
Go HERE to see the results of today’s painting.
For Cellpic Sunday
¹ Unauthorized edit by ForgottenMan
As you can see, my iPhone was far above my head and not in easy reach from my hand or any part of my body.
Okay… it has happened. Technology has taken over the world, at least at my house. Two nights in a row, I have been awakened by my cell phone pinging and reached for it––over my head and behind me on the top of my table/headboard–– to find it has called a friend. In each case, I was given an option to press 2 to disconnect and 3 to talk. I pressed 2, but a few minutest later, at 1:30 in the morning, the friend called me thinking I had an emergency as the phone woke them up twice and when they answered no one answered but they saw I had been the one to call. Then another friend was called at 5 a.m. the next day.
I did not have earbuds in…which some have said is how this can happen, although I don’t know how. Neither of the friends my phone called were emergency contacts, although I had called them both within the past 24 hours.
The phone was far out of my reach and does not have sound activation other than for Siri. What are your thoughts on the matter?
Out-joked
Everyone must know a joker––
plotter, trickster, laugh-provoker
who doesn’t know quite when to stop.
Who needs, in fact, a humor cop
to tell him when he’s done enough––
pulled his ultimate ruse or bluff.
The dribble glass, the rubber poop
placed upon your house’s stoop?
Definitely adolescent
if not actually prepubescent.
Yet still this buffoon thinks he’s funny.
With lists of jokes, he’s over-punny.
Every occasion, every rumor
is met by him with off-base humor.
It’s his role to create sensation
in the most serious conversation.
Exploding cigars, salty gum,
whoopee cushions ‘neath your bum.
No matter how you beg this friend
to bring these antics to their end,
he never seems to listen to
what he’s requested to “not” do.
so when he streaked my garden party,
elegant, refined and arty,
he finally found himself undone
when he’d half-completed his naked run.
Dear friend, when you chose where you stepped,
you should have veered or should have leapt.
When he replaced your rubber poo,
my dog just pulled a joke on you!
The SOCS prompt is “Joke.”
This guy (or gal) or their progeny has been hanging around the front of my carport for years, welcoming me home every time I open the garage doors and park my car.
Images for Bushboy’s Last on the Card
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