Singing our song

A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and sings it to you when you forget the words.

Even if it’s howling.

What I’m working on

I’m using a picture in a book for reference and am really intimidated drawing the muzzle.  The wolf is just gazing through the branches of this pine tree.

The left ear interior is darker than the right one in the photo, but something must be done to balance it out in the drawing.

I dreamed that I could fly

 

The other night I was having a dream that meandered  here and there as they do. I couldn’t see who was with me, but I knew someone was there.  I began floating and flying.  I turned to them and said, “You didn’t know I could fly, did you?  I do it only when people aren’t looking.”

Hmm… I wonder if the most wonderful and interesting things I do, I keep to myself?  Maybe so.

Today is a 2-fer day

My friend Dana loves sandals and wears them only when it isn’t snowing.

Play on

Iraq

"Some 160 miles northeast of Baghdad, in a Sulaymaniyah music hall ravaged by war, looting, and neglect, a violin- playing boy sounds a note of hope.  His tacher, Azad Mearuf, lives there, instructing scores of students."-- a recent National Geographic Magazine

What really happened to the Mayan Culture

The last thing Hunha Wunga saw was

a big blue foot.

He did not know that the song

of the Blue Footed Booby

was a warning.

Flying by the Seat of My Pants

I fly by the seat of my pants.  I do.  Scheduling has just never been my strong point and so I usually end up noticing suddenly that my pants are hanging from a tree branch, which leaves me standing around in just my Sally Jane Pantaloons.

Tripping Over the Moon

Jump again, Gertie.  You'll make it!