In case you aren’t already following her blog, here is Andrea Huelsenbeck’s second (and last) installment of her interview with me regarding both my art and writing and that of my husband, Bob. Bob’s work as well as my work before coming to Mexico 19 years ago was covered in Installment 1. This installment covers my present work.
Here is a project I did with friends last year. Go Here to see the post.
I think it works for Friday Fun’s “artificial” prompt.
I had friends over to make these recycled flowers yesterday. We still have at least one more day to go, but these are the ones I stayed up all night last night finishing…Fun.
Click on any photo to enlarge all:
If you are curious about the process, this is what we did. You need egg cartons or dividers for the flowers, toilet paper rolls or other thin cardboard for leaves and stems and vines, large sharp scissors, a glue gun or white glue, paint, paper towels and patience.
For Cee’s FOTD. An addendum: https://ceenphotography.com/2019/01/11/fotd-january-12-2019-daffodil/
We’ve been asked to reblog a post from this date in a previous year. Here is a post of October 9, 2014.
My water-themed pictures were taken at la Manzanilla beach, the Amazon River in Peru, Candelabra Island in Peru and my own pool/terrace overlooking Lake Chapala in Mexico. Obviously, I couldn’t choose and actually could have posted hundreds more. Water seems to be my “thing.”
The Littlest Zombie
Three small travelers, each attired in a different disguise
observe the lambent candlelight filling the pumpkin’s eyes.
Its outside is a Jack-o-Lantern, while all its insides
were scooped out for the candle, and then turned into pies.
A lurching small cadaver reaches out a hand,
intent on trick-and-treating, though he can barely stand.
He’s had a whiff of candy, which has made him come alive.
He’s seen the tiny Hershey bars. He hopes they’ll give him five!
Leaving, he now remembers to walk with legs unbent.
He breathes hard through his mask where his sister cut a vent.
He imitates the groans and huffs of the walking dead,
though if he’d had his druthers, he’d have been a dog instead.
But brother said a dog just barks and never moans and groans
and that barking trick-or-treaters are only given bones!
And so he screws his face up and puffs on down the block,
scaring all the littler kids with his zombie walk!
Prompt words for today are whiff, imitate, cadaver, lambent and candy and also for OctPoWriMo.
Hard to believe that this is a bud from the same hibiscus plant that I published a photo of yesterday–that time a fully opened bloom. This is the picture of the bud I took yesterday.
Below is what this bud looks like today. Just a bit more unfurled and less yellow in the petals. perhaps because that yellow is just on the edges and now that it has unfurled a bit, less of it shows as it isn’t so tightly packed.
What a difference a day makes.
And below is yesterday’s hibiscus today. It is from the same plant as the bud above. Please click on first photo to enlarge all.
Once the petals are spread, they look nearly white. most of the color is on the back of the petals and only shows through when lit from behind. An intriguing flower.
Quiet Zone
I don’t like loud music and fireworks are scary.
Loud noises, in fact, make me nervous and chary.
So though I find music within a dog’s howl,
Loud barking’s a noise that my ears find most foul.
And although I like lullabies, ballads and hums,
I do not like tubas or cymbals or drums.
I like noises with dignity. What I am after
is whispers and titters, not shouts and loud laughter.
So if you’re my friend, this advice must be outed:
words with real wisdom don’t need to be shouted.
Prompt words for today are scary, howl, dignity, firework and chary.
For Cee’s FOTD
It’s never too late to experience growing pains. If it is our onus in life to grow and to change, with no cutoff point after which we are absolved of this duty, then why are we dumbfounded when those pains of adolescence occur again and again at each stage of life? We perhaps grow more serious over the years, but need we become less sensitized? Does the snub, the willful wounding, the being overlooked, the derision become less important? If so, why? Perhaps it is a mark of self-worth, and that is good, but if it is merely the building of a cocoon around ourselves, except in the direst of circumstances, it becomes more of a punishment than a defense.
We are born into this world to experience and therefore, are given defenses to deal with the negative, but when those defenses grow to isolate us, then they become more than protective blankets. They become walls which become our prisons. We were meant to experience and to be vulnerable to changes. And lest we atrophy, from the cradle to the crematorium, we need to fight to keep ourselves open to those experiences that invite change.
Prompt words for today are: serious, dumbfounded, cremate, onus and growing pains.
I noticed it first when I watched Elizabeth Neumann speak about her reasons for resigning from her position as the Department of Homeland Security Assistant Secretary of Threat Prevention and Security Policy. She was tasked with following right-wing threats inside the United States, and she emphatically stated that President Trump had made her job harder.
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