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#inktober #inktober2019 - Day 19
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Drawing exercise from Carla Sonheim. Each Thursday she is posting a "paint blob" image to use as the starting point for a drawing.
You can check out her blog here:
Prompt: Write a love letter to a possession
I love my my baggallini bag!
Credit: Papers:Woman's Day kit
Rose & Pedals: Free clip art
Oct. 24, 2010, 8:30 a.m. The various running groups (half-marathon, 10k, 5k, women-only, learn-to-walk) start heading out for their Sunday long run (or walk). The building on the east side of O'Connor Ave (opposite the Slater St. Running Room) is still under construction, forcing runners out into the street.
You'd think that, instead of telling me I need to log in, Google would actually give me the ability to log in within this window. As it is, it is wasted space, with no link to a login page or module.
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this is my funky shell prompt.
includes user @ pwd
also, in brackets, which branch the current git checkout is on
the time
what partition i'm on, and how full it is ..
and then the current load
Artwork created by Midjourney from a sequence of text.
Midjourney v6.0alpha has better TEXT capabilities.
Watercolor and Conte' crayons, gold acrylic ink, Touch Twin alcohol markers, Colorwash spray.
The lyrics are from Mysterious Ways by U2.
All rights reserved and copyright protected.
My new bag that I whipped together. It has two pockets on side and others on inside. The butterfly blue fabric of the strap is also my lining fabric. My machine needs to go to the fix it man. I am hoping that it can be fixed. It is old and I hope I can get it going again. It is a solid workhorse, a veritable off road wonder that I've loved dearly for years now. When it rains it pours, so now I have to find out if I can afford to fix it.
Egg numero 33, "Golden" by James Joyce. Covered in dollar signs... or the shell prompt if you're into linux.
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This little chicken wasn't born at Easter. When I think of Easter I think of eggs, young birds and spring. And so I remembered this beautiful little creature. Eric & I haven’t got children. Raising this little one made us feel like parents.
Two years ago two of our hens, Clara & Grijs, laid three eggs each. With excitement we waited till the little ones were born. Five eggs hatched short after each other. Clara left the nest with her three babies and one moment Grijs also had enough of waiting till the last egg hatched and left the nest. We checked the last egg with a torchlight and discovered movement inside.
So we couldn't leave this egg be and built our own 'nest' assuming it wouldn't take long to hatch. It took a whole week and on the day we wanted to give up there was Hummie. The plan was to put the little one back with Grijs as soon as it was up and running.
Unfortunately it was already too late and Grijs didn’t accept Hummie as her baby. So Eric and I had to take care of her. So that is how it happened that we slept with a little baby chicken in our bedroom for almost two months.
We built Hummie a closed home inside the henhouse so she could get used to her other family. After two months we decided with pain in our heart that Hummie had to be more with her own family and that she had to sleep in the henhouse at night.
The first day that I dared to leave her alone with the other chickens she must have left the henhouse in a panic. When I came home she was gone. I searched everywhere in our neighborhood, asked the schools around, hung up flyers, but nobody had seen her. Hummie did not come back.
What I think that happened is that she was taken by schoolchildren at the playground behind our garden. She was so used to people that she probably was attracted by the sound of the children.
The disappearance of Hummie had broken my heart. I felt so bad about leaving her alone that day. She was only a chicken, but she was my little one. I held her when she was just outside the egg. She used to sleep on my shoulder with her head tucked away in my hair. She followed me everywhere in the garden and we used to go on spider hunt together.
Hummie is the little chicken on my head in my profile picture in Facebook and Twitter. I have never forgotten her and I never will.