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Continuing this visual journal. As it gets towards the end, and thicker and thicker, it's that much more difficult to scan. Too thick to lie flat on the scanner bed. Apologies.
Celebrating and learning are equally important in life. Tonight, I cleaned my messy closet and found these journals I started last year. Had a great moment to celebrate and flip the pages, enjoy and learn ...
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This is a rather cartoonish view of my cat Lily. She is taking to getting on my recliner usually while I’m in it and doing the pound puppy pose basically both arms and legs draped on either side of the top of the recliner.
finished a journal from my travel,
all hand made, every page is hand-cut from old books, remnants of craft paper, etc.
Cover is based on old book cover that i found on the street..
The Moleskine on top is the one I'm going to use next. It is a hacked version of a 2009 diary filled with papers from Ruled Notebook and a Sketchbook.
Be warned - the combination process of these three was not easy! I'll add some photos of the process.
Here is another favorite from 2018 and the caption I wrote at the time.
Sometimes a bucket list photo opportunity drops right in your lap with absolutely zero effort.
As most of you know, I am a Rhode Islander by birth and the Providence and Worcester Railroad was my home road that I grew up with. In fact, the modern incarnation of the P&W was reborn only 4 years before I was and the P&W was always a sharp, proud, friendly little New England carrier. While now part of the G&W family, a few red and brown original units still roam the rails in the Ocean State. Their namesake city of Providence is another town that railroading has passed by.
While the Capital of Rhody is a very busy passenger stop on Amtrak's northeast corridor, it now sees no more than four freight trains on the average weekday. Most of the rail business in RI is generated by the port of Providence and the big Rhode Island Economic Development Business Park in Quonset Point / Davisville, RI.
In fact, in downtown Providence proper there is really only one old school customer located on legacy New Haven trackage.
The local paper, the Providence Journal Bulletin still takes boxcars of newsprint on a cool little industrial spur located off the Northeast Corridor (Amtrak Shoreline Main) just south (compass west) of the passenger station near the site of the old Providence Produce Mart (Merchants Cold Storage in NYNH&H days) off the the lead of the remains of old New Haven Yard 17.
But enough history, on to the story and photos.
I was driving home from a night of work on this past Monday morning when I saw P&W PR3 roll beside me on the Pawtucket Providence city line where the mainline parallels I95 at the site of the old Northup Avenue Yards.
The weather was cool, clear, and perfect for a New England fall day and it was still early (only a bit after 8 AM) so I figured if traffic would let me I would try to get ahead of them and park up on Federal Hill and grab a nicely lit going away shot of them at Atwells Interlocking.
As luck would have it they were held of the station for an Amtrak Regional and an MBTA local (freight trains with haz mat are not allowed in the tunnels at the station at the same time as any passenger trains are present per Amtrak rules) affording me enough time to fight traffic and get in position.
I got my shot and was ready to leave when I noticed them stop and then heard them talk to the Amtrak DS. The dispatcher asked them if they would be ok on track 10 in Cranston with their high wides. But then I did a double take and realize they just had tanks and gons, no high wides. This could only mean one thing....they were stopping to work the Journal and pick up the high Plate F boxcars!
I was in luck. I've wanted to shoot a train working this spur forever, and I got it with no planning, no advance knowledge, in perfect weather, on a work day, and without even having to cut into my sleep! Sometimes it just all comes together!
Oh, and original bought new P&W GP38s on their home road. Does it get any better....no, not around here it doesn't!
Anyway, now for the photos.
PR3 shoves out of the Journal lead and across Harris Ave into the remains of the old NH yard 17.
Providence, Rhode Island
Tuesday October 30, 2018
A page in my A4 (12" x 8") journal. Cars by Itkupilli, wings by Tumblefish studios.
See more on my blog:
I'm going through and posting some previous journal pages. Adding them in order so, no, you guys aren't confused. LOL
My kraft paper journal, its cover adorned with a muse and my favorite quote, is one of my favorite journals. I never did come up with anything for the bottom though I once thought of gluing in part of a map (tissue paper) or something. I love the contrast of black ink on kraft paper. I used Sharpie highlighters to add spot color. This is the original 'kraft paper muse'.
this is what happens if you bury your journal and then try to dry it out in the dryer after a heavy rain. (as my husband found ot this week.)
“Life is but a Weaving” (The Tapestry Poem) by Corrie ten Boom
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned
He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.
Corrie ten Boom
The Moon Journal is an altered atlas that now functions as my daily journal. It's big and I love it. More on my blog: caatjesartsystuff.blogspot.nl/2012/05/more-from-moon-jour...
I've been keeping a daily quiet time journal for several years, and Moleskine is the best one yet. Click on the Flickr notes to see what's on the cover! I'm only about a week into this new one.
My first art journal page for 2011.
Blogged here:
dragonflydreamers.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-journal-page...
This album's name is dedicated to my favourite game of all time Elder Scrolls Online and race of all time, The Argonians (reptile humanoids). There's a story for you to read below about some of them towards the bottom.
What does Ku Vastei mean? Read below
By Lights-the-Way, Mystic of the Mages Guild
It is hard to describe the culture of my people. Often my tongue stumbles as I try to explain, but it is my hope that ink and quill will give me time enough to gather my thoughts. And perhaps, though such writing, I will finally connect the parts of me that now feel so divided; my homeland of Murkmire and my new life within the Mages Guild.
These journals are to become my ku-vastei. And, as I write that, I can think of no better topic to begin with.
Ku-vastei roughly translates to "the catalyst of needed change," though such a direct translation in no way does justice to the original meaning. Another translation could be "that which creates the needed pathway for change to occur" or even "the spark which ignites the flame which must come into being."
Perhaps a more direct analysis should be first presented. Ku-vastei is a noun, a thing or person. Vastei directly translates to change, an important part of my culture. Ku is harder to speak of. It is that which leads to change, though not that which creates change. An important role, as stagnation is a fate worse than death.
Take a boulder which sits atop a cliff, teetering in place. It must fall eventually. The ku-vastei does not push the boulder off the cliff; rather, it picks the pebble which holds the rock in place. And so it falls, not by a push, but by a pathway cleared.
Ku-vastei is revered, just as change itself is revered, for to look back at what was means to stumble as you move forward. Sometimes, a little push in the right direction is all someone needs to remember such wisdom. Other times, they may need to be shoved.
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The Gee-Rusleel Tribe
by Emmanubeth Hurrent, the Wayfarers' Society of Wayrest
I've had the privilege to speak to two different Miredancer elders now, and I've learned a great deal from both of these conversations. The "Gee-Rusleel," as they call themselves, are among the most introspective Argonians I've met in my travels. They also tend to be the most pleasant. For all their reclusiveness and wariness, I've never met a people more willing to share a meal or a game of Shells and Stones. They are skilled crafters, with a particular knack for working with Hist amber and egg shells. They are also peerless navigators, guiding their flat-bottom boats effortlessly through the swamp, master weavers, and skilled cartographers.
The most defining characteristic of the Miredancer tribe, however, is piety. This deep reverence for the Hist has earned them the right to name a "Sap-Speaker" for countless generations.
According to the elders I spoke with, the Sap-Speaker is the Hist's direct intermediary. (This is, of course, subject to debate. Many tribes boast unique methods of communion with the Hist. But as far as I have seen, the Miredancers make the most compelling case for the methods they use.) Sap-Speakers often go into seclusion for days or even weeks on end, venturing either down into the roots or high into the canopy of leaves in the uppermost branches. Here, they commune with the Hist. Indeed, the word that one of the elders used was "journey."
These journeys into the Hist tax the Sap-Speakers, but are thoroughly private affairs. After days by themselves, the Sap-Speakers emerge to hide away with old books, scrolls, and tablets. I asked after the purpose of these periods of seclusion, and this is what the elders told me. "The Sap-Speaker enters the embrace of the Hist to learn from the great tree," one elder said. "While in close contact with the roots and branches, the Sap-Speaker receives visions and other forms of communication that neither you nor I would understand."
The other elder continued. "Even the Sap-Speaker finds some of what is shown to be mystifying and confusing. I have heard that a Sap-Speaker is treated to ancient metaphors, arcane secrets, and visions that make little sense to creatures so far removed from sap and pulp." Apparently, the second period of seclusion allows the Sap-Speaker time to reflect on what he or she was shown, as well as time to consult with the ancient writings of Sap-Speakers who came before. After a suitable period of study and reflection, the Sap-Speaker emerges to reveal the Hist's will to the tribe.
I attempted to get more information about what happens while the Sap-Speaker meditates among the roots or branches, but I'm not sure the elders knew much more. They did tell me that the only nourishment the Sap-Speaker receives during these periods of seclusion is provided by the Hist itself in the form of sap, leaves, and the otherwise forbidden fruit of the tree.
There is a price to pay for the gift of Hist communion, however. Ingesting large quantities of Hist sap is a dangerous affair, even for Argonians. Sap-Speakers routinely suffer the effects of sap-poisoning, including "gold tongue" (permanent change of mouth pigmentation to a golden hue), unbidden hallucinations, "bark-scale" (thickening and darkening of surface scales), and other maladies they were reticent to talk about. The current Sap-Speaker, Thumarz, was in seclusion during my visit to the tribal village. I hope to meet him someday. If he's half as wise as the elders I interacted with, I'd no doubt learn a great deal from him.
Despite their deeply religious nature, the Miredancers also seem to have an obsession with games of all types. They are particularly fond of the games Nine-Shells and Shells and Stones, as well as sports such as the popular "teeba-hatsei" (also known as "hip and tail ball.") In addition to lovingly explaining their own games, they wanted to know everything I could tell them about the games we play back in Wayrest. I must admit, their enthusiasm was quite infectious! And I found it highly amusing to watch them try to re-create Deceiver's Bones from the vague description I provided.
The Miredancers are also inveterate gamblers, but they often forget to collect their winnings. Unlike the games of men and mer, Miredancer competitions appear to be completely devoid of malice or injured pride. Victory and defeat seem more like afterthoughts than objectives, due in no small part to their phlegmatic disposition. As in most things, their focus is strictly on the moment—the now. It pains me to leave their village, but I still have many more tribes to study. I doubt any of them will be as fascinating or as friendly as the Miredancers.
["the tribe is not currently in the game but in the world of the game"]
writing with graphite pencil
Zeichnung/Schrift mit Grafitstift.
"Bäume sind Gedichte, die die Erde in den Himmel schreibt." Khalil Gibran
My art journal for Kara's Life Story Class.
Blogged here: http://dearlydee.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-story-journal.html
another day of Letter Love 101. Drop by lindakittmer.blogspot.com/2012/02/doodle-letters.html to see more.