
Thursday
Wednesday


Pssssst.......another of my illustrations is on the homepage of the Pioneer Woman's fabulous website right now.
Go look! (Hint: it's one you haven't seen, nor will see anywhere else)

Tuesday

There's a whole stack of them...too many, even, for the small dress rail in her closet. And honestly, she's not much of a dress girl. Not that she doesn't look good in them - she does! Oh, she does, and then some! But she's a tomboy, a daredevil, a stuntman. My little Danger Mouse. Always with dirty knees and bare, scuffed feet. So she spends most of her time in pants (and often gets mistaken for a boy).

Sometimes I imagine myself driving around in it, on a winding country road, through apple orchards, on a sunsparked summer afternoon. Wouldn't the world look somehow brighter from inside a car like this?


In that interest, I asked my mother (the wildlife painter, who has wonderful lenses for photographing birds) whether she'd have time to snap a few shots of songbirds for me in her beautiful back gardens.
This is the first that she sent me. It's a swift. Isn't it lovely?
When we lived in the Vail Valley, I remember a number of people in our community getting very worked up about swifts building nests in the eves of their garages, and pooping all over their shiny SUVs. That really rubbed me the wrong way. How can you be angry at a bird as beautiful as this? That's what car washes are for.
Incidentally, I also hooked up my own zoom lens (it's a much cheaper version than those my mother uses, so the quality will not be this good) and bought a bag of wild finch food. This morning when I awoke, I had a smorgasborg of wild finches outside on the deck. I will post the results once I weed through them.
Monday

This is, btw, my mum's camping vehicle, not ours. She lets us borrow it for trips where the weather is likely to be iffy. Traversing the territory between Colorado, New Mexico, and Arizona in early April is a mixed meteorological bag. Our usual desert camping consists of a two-person desert tent (mostly screen, for maximum ventilation and night-sky viewing) strapped with bungy cords to the top of a roof rack.


I love the old-school salon chairs that serve as a lounge at the front of the restaurant.


You can see Q getting pretty excited about a vintage needlepoint cushion here...I think it's the bird (and though I'm not a needlepoint type, it was a nicely done bird, at that). She and Mommy both are having rather a bird moment lately.
...I love the way her eyebrows shoot up into her forehead when she sees something she likes!


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