New Beach Collage Art

Happy Holidays to Everyone!

A Wonderful Autumn Escape

Close your eyes.  Then imagine ... freshly fallen leaves swirling around your feet during a perfect autumn day, the smell of a cool, crisp morning breeze tickling your nose, and the vision of three morons with halloween masks and loaded guns running through the woods trying to escape the police.  Can you visualize it?  Luckily, I cannot firsthand thanks to several police vehicles and some guy in an unmarked car who yelled "Go away!  It's dangerous here!" as I approached the woods with my camera in hand.   I only know the details of the idiots who tried to rob a bank and flee by foot into these woods from the only source I want this information from - the news.  I have to say that the next day when I returned to the scene of the escape route, I wasn't quite comfortable and kept looking over my shoulder, so I took a few shots and left.  And, of course, I needed to add some sparkles to compensate for the almost traumatic experience.  

Spiderman

Hubby pointed this out to me the other day... a beautiful spider web near our front porch and the lovely creature that inhabits it.  Every time I walk through any web and feel it tickle my neck, I frantically brush it off and think.... hmmm... wonder if something is still attached and hmmm... if so, I'm sure it's just a tiny thing.  The answers are yes something is attached and no it's not tiny.  This guy is about an inch from top to bottom.  So, next time I walk through a web, I now know that a little extra freaking out brushing may be necessary.  And my son, who totally thinks out of the box, named it Spiderman. 

Ode to Summer

Lovely trees... lovely day.  It was a vivid bright green day, but felt like a soft pale green day to me.  Summer to fall is always a pleasure... as long as you don't have to turn on the furnace yet.

What's wrong honey?

While I'm seemingly uninspired at the moment to create new artwork, I've been scrolling through old family photos and came across these three which always make me laugh.  My son, many years ago, waiting in line at his 3 year old t-ball practice.

• 1st Photo - He seems to be bored.  Probably just staring at a bug.

• 2nd Photo - Now he seems to be angry at something... maybe at his hair?

• 3rd Photo - Geez, what's wrong?  He storms out of his line straight toward me and lets me have it. "Dop daking pidures mom!"

• And as he demanded, I did dop daking pidures.

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