No one regrets having changed a light bulb. Gretchen Rubin Well, I was experimenting with a light bulb and there’s good news and bad news. I’m happy with what I learned about layers, but given the fact that I really love how the lake came out inside of the bulb… now I wish I would have chosen a better light bulb before I started! Darn it.
I went with an idea today and when I was finished I wanted to call it The Sky is Falling, but that made me realize that the balls should contain little bits of sky and clouds—not flowers! Anyway, I kind of like it for the sake of the colors, and I’ve been wanting to do something with the helicopter that I photographed awhile back- so I think I’m going to call it a day. ♥♥♥Peace and Love♥♥♥
Apparently I’m stuck on the color blue, and the sphere shapes lately. Believe it or not this started out with a bird sitting on the edge of one of our potted plants earlier today. They finally discovered the bird feeder that I hung out there—but it’s a little too close to the house so, rather than sit on the feeder, they knock it around and then pick up the seeds from the ground. Blessings!!
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. Pablo Picasso Somewhere in there lives a tree!
We must remember that everything in this world has God’s fingerprints on it—and that alone makes it special. Our inability to see beauty doesn’t suggest in the slightest that beauty is not there. Rather, it suggests that we are not looking carefully enough or with broad enough perspective to see the beauty. When your life is filled with the desire to see the holiness in everyday life, something magical happens: ordinary life becomes extraordinary, and the very process of life begins to nourish your soul! – Rabbi Harold Kushner
I have not yet begun to procrastinate. (I’ll do that tomorrow)
Whew! Too much caffeine today and I can’t sleep! I’ve been wanting to do something with the lights that we have in the back because they’re fairly transparent. I’m always seeing things through them; leaves, clouds—things like that. My grandson worked perfect for it. It’s supposed to be magical—but I think it borders on nightmarish. Not intentionally, mind you. It actually works though, because he’s always in his own little world, tuning everyone out. The good news is I’m finally tired… …and Christmas is almost here! Play is the highest form of research. Neville V. Scarfe
Later that evening… Just a little bird humor.
My joy was temporarily stolen today. Nothing huge. Just silly stuff. Sometimes I hear something, or read something… and it just sucks the life out of me. Sometimes I wonder if people realize how piercing words are, and how deeply they penetrate. No matter how simple they are. They can make or break a person. And steal their joy. That’s all. Things will be brighter tomorrow, and my JOY will be returned.