FRIDAY FENCE POST #12

I didn't get the Friday Fence Post posted yesterday. Was going to, but couldn't find the cord that connects the camera to the computer. I found it easily enough this morning, oddly enough. Must have been tired, huh?

But I did find a really cool fence! Someone has created their own version of Stonehenge, right here in little ol' Portland, Oregon. Too much fun altogether.




Two more, just because I liked them:

NEW! COFFEE POT PEOPLE "On Vacation"

I've been working on a new project, one I'm excited to share, not to mention crow about.

My Coffee Pot People and Tea Kettle Characters have gone on vacation, and brought back with them the photographic "proof" of their travels. (And we all know pictures never lie, right?)

The photographs have all made it onto the front of cream-colored blank note cards, and will shortly be available in my Etsy store. And although I haven't scanned the final product into my computer yet, I am (was there ever any doubt?) going to share the pictures right this very minute.



Angie on the beach at Grayland, Washington



Bob, from inside the Sea Lion Caves on the Oregon coast



Belle, visiting relatives in Savannah, Georgia



Cowboy, in Fresno, California



Harold Angel, flying watch over highway construction north of Grants Pass, Oregon



Sage, in Carysbrook, Virginia



Raoul at Burning Man



This barefoot boy refuses to tell me where he found the fountain!



Nigel, under the St Johns Bridge near Portland, Oregon



Orin, who found this boardwalk on one of his daily hikes



Rocco, enjoying a gondola ride in Venice



Violet, basking in the reflected gleam of the Eiffel Tower


That's it for now! I have another fifty or sixty yet to do, so these vicarious vacations will undoubtedly keep me occupied for some time to come!

BIZARRE BAZAAR THIS WEEK!

Do you live in or near Portland, Oregon? Come do your day-after-Thanksgiving where it will benefit local artists! I'd love to meet you, if we haven't already met, and love seeing you again if we have.



In case the type on the flyer is too small, here's the pertinent info:

When:
Friday, Nov. 28, 2pm-8pm
Saturday, Nov. 29, 10am-5pm
Where:
SMILE Station
8210 SE 13th
Portland, OR

FRIDAY FENCE POST #11

So, I recounted. Last week was #10; this is #11.

Two fences this week. They are both nearly invisible, one because of what's in front of it, and the other because of what's piled behind it.

I nearly laughed aloud when I saw this first one. For some reason, it just strikes me funny. I find myself wondering whether it's a fence or a loosely-woven basket. This fence was not, by the way, hidden in some back area on an unpaved and pot-holed alley. Nope. Right on the street, in someone's front yard. But I have to admit my yard sometimes gets away from me, too, so maybe I shouldn't say anything more!



Don't make me release the flying debris!


Now, the next one, I'll have to confess I was hoping there was a fence in there somewhere, because I loved the color and form of the yellow bamboo. There is!





Look closely. The fence itself was about four feet high, but almost completely hidden.





Oh, man. I want a "fence" like this one.





Yellow sticks, walking





Yellow, green, blue--like angular flowers, or cranes' legs

TUNE 1: VARIOUS STAGES OF DECLINE

I've been wanting to put some of my music online for years now. I decided today was the day, in spite of the difficulties I was having. I don't know how to have an mp3 hosted somewhere, although I know for a fact that I could do that. YouTube takes only video files, so I couldn't just upload the music there. Finally, it occurred to me to play the tunes in the Windows Media Player and record the randomization with the music with my camera.

My apologies for the clicking noise. It's my camera, and I can't seem to keep it from making it.

This tune is titled "Various Stages of Decline". It was written by my dear friend Paul Lerman, and you'll hear him on bazouki (picture a mandolin with 8 strings and a very long neck), and me on flute.

Photo Sharing - Video Sharing - Photo Printing - Photo Books

BURGUNDY LEAF, POETRY FOR AUTUMN

A brief entry today. One poem that I wrote, and a more visual one, by God.

Harvest Time

August sings a turbulent song
That rustles the grass as it tumbles along,
Then harvest comes to lay the fields bare,
And October weeps for the stubble there,
'Til Winter, in mercy, covers it o'er
And holds its breath for the Spring in store,
When Earth drinks joy as storm clouds sigh,
And fields sprout life as old seeds die,
And the head of grain in dust bowed down
Will rise up green, with a spiky crown.



Burgundy, Black, and Gray

FEATURED: STORY BEADER

This month's featured Etsy Blogger is Story Beader. There's a reason for her name: Each of her creations comes with a story. I know that if I were wearing her jewelry, I'd be thinking of the story behind the piece each time I put it on, which gives a dimension to her work you don't usually find.

I just clicked through all the offerings in her Etsy store, and chose six favorites to show you. Here they are:



You can click on any image and be taken right to it in her shop. You can also read and smile through her blog here: http://storybeader.blogspot.com/ It's a pretty, and pleasant stroll through an artist's life, one I'm sure you'll enjoy!