simply random snapshots of New Years Day in the woods of Lincoln Park…
communing with trees
composting autumn on the 138th step
awed by so many layers of life in these woods
a posterized view over Puget Sound
If it doesn’t snow at the beach, can you still meet a snowman?
If you find the right ingredients, like low tide, a crab leg for a nose,
seaweed hair, driftwood and sea-grass arm,s and pebble eyes…
And magic mittens that make sand into snow, sort of…
And the final magic?
Sunday sunshine .
Imagine spinning slowly, fingertips touching wisps of wheat in wind
The magic of microvision. The lack of smellovision. The joy of spring.
good day. bad day.
flowers. weeds.
small. gigantic.
snowy morning.
sunny afternoon.
bad day. good day.
it’s all in your a sense of perspective.
fickle spring
monday
me
Here are some random thoughts and photos of our “Spring Day with Dandelions” Emoti-Photoshoot.
The First Dandelion of Spring
Adornment of Queen Mariposa Emotikin
Mariposa's Senior Pic
The best thing about dandelions is that they bloom into magic-wish wands.
No leaf buds yet on the swamp oak. Intermittent-only blue sky on a spring Saturday. 50 percent off pink, yellow, blue, green tags at the ARC. Nylon scarves in seven hues, 50% off. Thrify solution to a cloudy day. Make scarf-blossoms for the Emotikin family tree. Make a rainbow toga for a Goddess. Make color count.
Now it’s easier to believe Spring is coming.
Today was Play Friday at the office, though nobody had put it on the calendar per se. It was Aries Birthday Cake Day — that was on the calendar. It was also Bring Your Baby Chihuahau To Work Day — again, not on the calendar.
It got away!
Play Day meant Magnetic Emotikin was at work, I mean at play, in the hallways. He started the day trying to float red-heart balloons up the staircase. He was so sure the balloon was tightly tied to his wrist, but alas, the persistent helium plus magnetic pull of the ceiling stripped the balloon from his wrist almost instantly.
Magnetic Emotikin hung around the stairwell most of the day, except when he fell and Trista brought him back to his regular office. Around lunchtime, he hung out in Flamingo Pose by the microwave. He didn’t really know it was Flamingo Pose as such, but it looked good, felt good, and stretched his hamstrings nicely (and reportedly made the Art Director laugh).
Bring Your Baby Chihauhau To Work Day
When MagEmoti got home that night, he told Big Emotikin about his day, and Big Emotikin couldn’t help but wish he had magnetic feet, too. Butterfly wings are great, at least for pretending to fly and be magic, but magnetic hands and feet convey a certain credibility at photoshoots. And damn if those inlaid magnets don’t just shout “Super Hero!”
So EmotikinWorld Girl (aka, the Photographer) put on her CreativeEveryDay hat and decided to fashion some magic slippers with magnetic insoles for Big Emotikin. Those slippers really were magic, reminiscent of those of the Gold Shoe Easter Bunny.
Magic Gold Shoes
Magic Magnetic Gold Shoes
Shoes strapped on, magnets situated, magic headband and wings in place, Big Emotikin transformed into Shamanikin and commenced to climbing all over the house, wherever he could find the proper metal footing. The red antique toy car, the fireplace front, the lampbase, oh – and the stove and the stove vent. YAY!
Leaping Off Tall Oven-Vents
Oven Jumping
Scaling Walls With a Single Shoe
Consulting the Light
Shamanikin Sees the Truth
Shamanikin engaged his inner superheroability and magic sticky gold slippers to scale the brick wall, up, up, up to the magic crystal. There, after consulting the Light, Shamanikin learned the truth…
…
Stylish shoes matter.
And so they lived happily that night with sticky feet
(This post brought to you by ProMag magnets and Sulky Premium thread)
Not really.
PS Thanks to the Creative Every Day Challenge 2010 for inspiring me on a Friday.
Reading "Rock Chick Rescue" in bed
I decided that my Creative Every Day Challenge today (other than being creative at work which doesn’t necessarily count for CED2010, or creating a colorful salad for dinner, or taking a few mobile photos while walking home today sans Emotikin) is going to be reading my new favorite book, Rock Chick Rescue by my favorite sexy mystery-romance writer friend, Kristen Ashley. The green cover just happens to be in keeping with my green-week theme.
This is the second in Kristen’s Rock Chick series, which my bookgroup read last summer and then met at The Hornet on 76 Broadway to discuss it (because much of the book takes place in the Baker District and downtown Denver). Being a Denver native, I love her crowd of colorful characters you wish you could party with (but you might be too shy), or meet at the coffee shop and live vicariously through their raucous hot escapades while sipping a latte and pretending to read. Her version of a bookstore/coffee shop, Fortnums, makes me wish our Starbucks could be like that! Well, not counting the crazy crime scenes.
Last night I devoured the first 45 pages over a quiet solo dinner. Then devoured more til midnight, reading in bed. Tonight, I need to pry the book out of Emotikin’s hands (big Emotikin and Tattoo Emotikin were fighting over who got to read it during the photo shoot) so I can find out what happens next with Jet and Eddie.
Thanks a LOT Kristen!
Getting to the good stuff in "Rock Chick Rescue"
Read Kristen’s website and blog about her books series
and media attention in the UK, where she lives & writes
(and makes us who know & love her proud).
A day all to myself, in the house with nobody but me and the dogs…ahhhh, luxurious. Nap…ahhhhh. Really vivid dreams…aaahhh. A stack of blank canvases I’ve had for two years was calling to me. And Emotikin wanted to play, too. First, a blank-canvas photo shoot to get our creative juices flowing (for our Creative Every Day Challenge).
Blank canvas Saturday
I forgot to eat—except a cupcake Wil made for me left crusty by two days on the counter, unclaimed and unexplained. While painting, I listened to three of the CDs from “Mother Night: Myths, Stories & Teachings for Learning to See in the Dark” —a 6-CD audio series by Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés just released by Sounds True (where I work in marketing & publicity). I didn’t listen to the CDs in order. I started with session six, “Mining the Mother Lode: How to Bring Diamonds from the Darkness (for Artists and People Who Want to Create).” Time flies when you’re immersed in deep teachings, fairytales, and the flow of creating. Happy Saturday to me!!! Aaaaahhhh…
Here is a podcast of Dr. Estés talking about Mother Night just before it launched as an online event series last October.
Emotikin with a real Van Gogh at the Musée d'Orsay in Paris
Yesterday’s storm, which only began about three in the afternoon, dumped almost 9 inches in our backyard before midnight. This morning’s picnic table begged for a measurement. Yesterday, knee deep. Today, armpit deep.
Armpit deep the morning after the spring storm
How deep was it really? Armpit deep...
Still, that’s pretty deep, even for these Emotikin. It was too cold to play this early in the morning, and the sun had stayed asleep behind the clouds. The Emotikin decided to crawl back in bed and watch Kung Fu episodes, Season 2, for the whole day. Too bad Terry didn’t invite them to Starbucks with him.
I got home from work about 5:30, still an hour before dark. I couldn’t wait to build a snowman, and the dogs couldn’t wait to find a tennis ball under the snow. While they kept looking, I rolled snow. The Emotikin gave me directions, being quite know-it-all about how best to pack and roll the crusty snow. While I rolled, packed, & molded snow into a play pal, the Emotikin refused to put on mittens, and Bella Luna went inside, pouting, like sisters sometimes do.
Emotikin scaled the ice to afix a nose.
Big Emotikin kept Bella’s scarf and decorated our emerging friend with lava rock stones for eyes and a carrot (one of two that I bought at King Soopers on my way home from work just for this purpose.) I heard myself singing in my head, “And a carrot nose, and two eyes made out of coal…”
It wasn’t a perfectly pretty Frosty the Snowman; he lacked a scarf, a magic hat, a corncob pipe, and a better rounded belly…not to mention those great rubber boots for dancing around town. But since we’re expecting more sun tomorrow, Emotikin and I tacitly agreed that Frosty was good enough for a photoshoot–at least this time. Really, we just wanted to play.
Posing on a mountain of snow
The sun was dropping fast on the other side of the house. The backyard was becoming too cold. What else could we do? The front yard! Let’s go find Gnome!
Emotikin World 