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Our Ikea bookcase in the living room with a high gravitational field that collects 'stuff' no matter what we try to do...
Seen in a parking lot nearly two months ago. The box of good quality printer paper suggests a student and what might be a tie makes me think of frat boys. Or maybe just some hoarder juggling a minimum wage job while in his or her free time writing. Possibly even a very talented writer; remember, Auden was a total mess. Okay, probably not another Auden. iPhone 6+ photos.
This collapsed cottonwood looks like the sleeping or hollow man. It almost looks like he was running when slain and brings to mind the burning man. I should have brought an orange wig to top it off. It was probably knocked over while laughing uncontrollably when the Orangeman told it too many lies. He and Moore are groper birds of a feather.
I grabbed a stroll from the McIntosh/Lohr Agricultural Heritage Center down to the Lake circle trail and was caught by the detritus on the ground. This is a third in a Prairie Art (as good as it gets) series. This is a bigly tribute series to the prairie state landscapes. Other than that, I got in a great walk, if spoiled by dead stuff. I filled in the park attendant about the Dickens barn history and headed down the path to Mac Lake. They chopped down all those pesky sunflowers and the trail is now dead in December. Not so with the prairie dogs at the raptor feeding center by the lake. I watched some crows that didn't seem to be able to work together on the prairie dogs on an ambush.
This is a fairly usual prairie scene of cottonwoods collapsing and leaving their scraps without so much as a bit of heating value and only a modicum of compost value. I made the mistake of wearing my jacket and suffered later but didn't want to carry that and my camera. I left the jacket behind today and was glad for it. I think that we can safely call it "Orangeman" global warming by now. We are Colorado and want to ski, Boy Donnie! noun: trumpery; plural noun: trumperies -- attractive (orange) articles of little value or use. I hope he values the Russian Mafia over the Sicilian crowd when they come to collect.
Well, I headed toward the Loop Trail around McIntosh Lake. This was a dandy day with only a bank of clouds over the mountains. I originally thought that I better get some exercise but here I am at a standstill. There is always something at McIntosh. I am fighting time poorly spent behind this keyboard and monitor. Amazon and Echo don't want you to get up and move but scientists say that after all their studies on longevity, exercise is the most reliable way to extend life is to exercise.
New laptop - finally, I can try making transparent screens too! :) This is my first one and not very good - next time will have to find a prettier backdrop than my messy desk!
Meu primeiro desenho para o Illustration Friday.
Não gostei muito mas resolvi postar mesmo assim, porque faz tempo que eu queria começar, então, pronto!
Lápis de cor sobre papel kraft (amo!)
Clutter clearing in process. Two boxes of stuff have just been cleared from this area - and a horrifying amount of dust.
for Our Daily Challenge topic ' Resolution.' Mine is to remove as much stuff as possible from my little cottage so I will feel more peaceful at home. It becomes sort of a philosophical issue - how to define necessary? I'm doing it area by area. It's drugery but the results are wonderful. Again, what to do with the old National Geographic magazines? Also Harpers and Atlantic ?? I missed them intensely while abroad for all those years and now I have all of them from the last 2 years.... Makes me remember a cartoon in an old New Yorker magazine - a couple are in bed looking startled while the ceiling above them is falling in. She says to he, "You and your old National Geographics!"
I'm not quite sure how my table got this way. It's a cheerful clutter, but ... I think I'll tidy up before my next project. Let's see: magazines and catalogs, a partially edited manuscript, pens, coffee mug, water glass, jar of dog treats, box, roll of speaker wire, plastic tub containing cleaning supplies, pad of sticky notes, book, recipe torn out of a magazine, and a canvas bag of office supplies. Yep: officially clutter.
Taken for Flickr's Our Daily Challenge: CLUTTER
No, seriously. If i know there will be crowds somewhere I get all sick to my stomach and warm and anxious even just thinking about going to the place. I haven't always been like this, it's really weird. I've decided I have ochlophobia (it was the word of the day a few months ago on the work word-a-day calendar).
I have a more difficult time handling crowds when I'm by myself. I even think if I have the girls with me I do better, maybe because I have something to focus on. That is, as long as they are contained with one child on my body (the ergo) and the other in the card, or both in the cart. Yes, I'm crazy, I hope not to spread my crazy to my girls.
I'm not saying some of it isn't very useful, or even essential, but really - it all adds up and I'd say it's getting a bit crowded.
...And I haven't coloured in the roadworks / tramworks gubbins, even though they've been there for about as long as I can remember, now.
I've been meaning to do a series of shots like this for years, but have never got around to it. Any suggestions on how best to illustrate the issues as clearly and fairly as possible would be very welcome!
Partial shot of our bookshelf. It's a bombsite, but kind of cosy and comforting too.
There's another third of it in terms of shelves, and more surfaces with the other speaker, CDs, and god knows what else. And I know where EVERYTHING is.
Storage Shed of Doom
20 September 2024
Every time I manage to clear some space, more stuff seems to materialize to fill that space.
And it's always junk of one sort or another that materializes, almost never good stuff.
Yes, I agree. It looks terrible and sometimes it smells awful too.;-)
But it's back side of the "kitchen" and it's closed for strangers.
Public see only final product - nice and shiny,
and if they like it then I'm happy too.
That's about it.
Taken at Marsden Grotto on Sunday 28/2/10 in the company of Gwen and Graham.
Marsden Rock had an Arch until 1996 when the arch collapsed leaving two stacks. In 1997 the smaller stack was demolished as it had been deemed unsafe.
This shot was actally taken from the foot of Marsden Rock, where the former arch had been. The rocks here are somewhat sharp and jagged. Unlike the rest of the beach they have not been ravaged by the sea over time.
Explored apparently so thanks!
Utata Imitates Life weekend project.
Pinhole Camera 90mm f/232
I find it a little disturbing that my little junk collection in my studio reached stasis years ago and hardly changes any more, makes for nice snow like dust though.