Some quick sketches and a drawing

In the grand scale of things...

Our time here is brief.
Often we lose sight of the moment.

Season of the Witch

Happy Halloween!


There was a nip in the air last night so
today it looks like summer has stopped
holding it's breath and expired. Autumn
is in the air at last.

I just had a 'Halloween' moment. I put a
couple of eggs on to soft boil and walked
away to do something else, in a few
minutes I came back to check and see if
they had started boiling yet. There in the
small black pot, floating across the
face of a creamy white egg, like a bat
across the face of the moon, was a
spider with his knees all drawn up .
The water bubbled merrily away.
Boiling up a spider along with my eggs!!!
ACKkkkkkkk!(Halloween lobster anyone?)

Turning The Corner

It is the prank playing, mask wearing season of illusion.

Trick or treat, sweet or sour?
You won't know
'till the midnight hour.
Games are for children, how absurd!
Fourteen letters, what is the word?

Merlinprincesse has unscrambled
the word and won!

“Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour
when every one has to throw off his mask?

The IF word this week is Grow.

Excerpt from the DISCOVER magazine
by Gregory Mone
"When Julius Caesar exhaled his last breath, he bequeathed approximately 1022 molecules to the atmosphere around him. Air leaving the lungs is 78 percent nitrogen, 16 percent oxygen, and 4 percent carbon dioxide—depleted in oxygen and enriched more than a hundredfold in carbon dioxide compared with what went in, due to human metabolism. Some of the carbon dioxide probably got trapped and digested by plants in a nearby garden, but the vast majority of the exhaled molecules began to fan out over an ever-widening area. Within a decade, that breath had dispersed completely around Earth, and most of it is still in circulation. Odds are, at least one of the molecules that Caesar (or Mozart or Martin Luther King, for that matter) relinquished when he died is flowing into your lungs as you read these lines."

As you were growing as a child, think of all the great, near great and unknown people who's molecules helped you grow. Think of all the bits and pieces that were woven together to make you who you are, who you will be. Let that thought grow.

It's fall and it seemed like a good time to do some fall house cleaning. I've removed all the posts from the floods but I saved your very much appreciated comments. This is my second year of blogging and I wanted a fresh start. Frankly I've had enough of looking at flood damage. We are recovering with the help of friends and the kindness of strangers. So....let's get on with it!!!!

C'EST PAS FACILE D'ÊTRE VERT
(IT AIN'T EASY BEING GREEN.)*
Standing at the cross-roads
Of the Six Ways,
The withered moor! ~Issa

(The Six Ways are the six conditions of sentient life,
hell, that of the hungry ghosts, animals, nature spirits,
human beings, gods.)
*I borrowed this line from merlinprincesse