Bath Time

Posted in: Photo Adventures on Wednesday August 12, 2009

Another flattering picture of me (not!) This is how it was last summer.   kinda nice in a way.    But I like it in the house way better.   And running HOT water is such a treat you have no idea unless you’ve gone a few years without such a luxury.

Bob the Owl

Posted in: Photo Adventures on Wednesday August 12, 2009

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Me and Bob.

This little guy was found in the woods when he was a mere ball of fluff.  Having fallen from the nest long before he owned wings to fly, he was like a sitting duck on a pile of pine needles.  Coyote bait he was, but luckily he was rescued by a friend and raised at my son’s house.  He was fed raw hamburger,  mice from grandma’s mouse trap, and sardines until he grew and became quite a nuisance.

Coming in for a landing!

Bob was a cutey pie,  but his cuteness could not cancel out his wild birdish ways.    Every time anyone was outside  he screetched loudly and incessantly begging for a dead mouse or sardine to be tossed into the air for him to catch.     He couldn’t  be blamed for such rude behavior for he had been raised that way.    But there’s more.    Whenever visitors arrived Bob would terrorize them by swooping down upon their cars and scratching the paint with his sharp talons.   And freinds with small dogs were afraid to let their pets outside for potty calls for fear Bob would fly down , snatch them away and dine on them.     And believe me it happens.    Some people I know in this valley let their beloved Chihuahua out the back door one evening and to their utter horror a big owl swooped down right in front of them and carried Pepe off and there was not a thing they could do about it.

Yes Bob was a beautiful sight perched up high in that pine tree near the house.   But with all the screetching, and pooping on the porch ,  and the terrorizing of guests,  it soon became apparent that good ol Bob would have to go.    So the little feller was relocated to a nice big ranch in the next valley over.   I hope he’s a happy little dude with a belly full of mice.

 

Pearl Water on a Cat's Tongue

Posted in: Jewelry on Tuesday August 11, 2009

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Gobs of dark pearls, crystal quartz and copper. The pendant was made with silver fume. Small chunks of silver were put in front of the torch, which turned the metal to smoke – or fumes if you will. The fume instantly adheres to the molten glass. Well, I wasn’t there but that’s what I was told.  🙂  It looks like a cat’s tongue to me.

Here we go Loopty Loo

Posted in: Jewelry on Tuesday August 11, 2009

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Beautiful chrysocolla stones and a fun glass pendant.  I pounded high grade silver into loops to match the loopy pendant.  I also made a pounded silver clasp, which of course is in back where you can’t see it. 🙂

Parlor Beauty

Posted in: Jewelry on Tuesday August 11, 2009

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Rhodonite (pink) and Prehnite (green). I’m not sure, but I think the better quality of prehnite does not have the dark inclusions.    But the thing is, the ones with the inclusions are my favorite. What an awesome pendant this is. The dark green “leaf” matches the dark inclusions in the beads. I’ve also used a few blister pearls, a sprinkle of silver and some rosy quartz.

It's about stinkin time.

Posted in: Design on Monday August 10, 2009

I knew immediately that I wanted my first kit to be an invitation into Clementine’s rustic outdoorsy western world. It’s my life, it’s what I love. I had a million ideas but, never having done this before, I was pretty scattered in my thinking. Finally I decided that Pioneers came before Cowboys. I put “A Cowboy Song” on the back burner so Lorie and I could settle our focus on a covered wagon theme. And voila! We created “A Pioneer Story.” I like it a lot. I’m also very anxious to get back and finish the Cowboy Song. It’s going to be cool.

I have a keen interest in the whole saga of the westward migration, and in fact my great grandparents had traveled to Oregon in a covered wagon. A couple summers ago I went on a road trip to follow the Oregon trail, visiting landmarks along the way. You can imagine how thrilled I was to discover the name ‘HOWELL’ carved into Independence Rock.

I’m pretty sure the real pioneer story was not a walk in the park and a picnic along the way. For one thing most all of the 500 thousand people who made that journey walked the entire way – a couple thousand miles. They would have been footsore. They ate dust daily. They suffered hardship. They died from accidents and sickness. And still they persevered in pursuit of a new life. I am in awe of all who have come before us in this world. No matter what race we are, what country we live in, our ancestors paved the way for us.

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I wonder who these people are. and I wonder where *exactly* on the trail they are. One man. one little boy. Two women and four girls. Their faces look bronzed by the sun. they seem weary. the children are barefoot. Can you imagine such a journey? I wish I could walk right into this photo and speak with them.

Gently Down the Stream

Posted in: Design on Friday August 7, 2009

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This is the first fun thing I did with Photoshop – on a dinky laptop.  I knew nothing when I created this scene.   It was all an experiment, and I know now that everything was done the hard way.    It was while I was playing around with this that I thought.. . hmmm… maybe I *can* design scrapbook kits like Lori suggested. 

 The image is somewhat disturbing,   but that’s how I wanted it to be.  This is the Lochsa river, which I photographed on my way to Montana.  These are my grandchildren.  Elly was trying to comfort her brother Tommy on the floor of my living room.  I was moved by her love and concern for him; that’s why I took the shot.  Life is precarious.   Life is dangerous.   Life is an adventure.  Life is fun.  The children get to decide how they will view this experience.   The Eyeball creature and her incubating babies may or may not be dangerous.  The tribe of  “little fellers”  are certainly curious, and may or may not be friendly.    The dark wolfish beast looking out from the shadows is kind of scary.    And that oversized  snake..?  Well as  (The Crocodile Hunter)  Steve Erwin might have said ..  “Krikey!  she’s a beauty!”    I miss Steve Irwin.