Author: Becky
For Team Margot (including Dan)
This is Paco who lives at Green Acres.
This is Margot who lives at The Compound.
Paco is visiting The Compound for a few days, bringing along the Paco Cabana.
This is why Paco loves the Paco Cabana: the Tiny Pink Bed.
Last night in the Paco Cabana:
and
Then today in the Paco Cabana:
and
This is Paco.
The End
The Secret Language of Cows
My sister can tell you that when I was young, after lights out but before sleep, I whispered conversations with an “imaginary” herd of cows with whom I was on friendly terms.
It’s possible The Big H and I are from the same planet.
Photo Friday, No. 207
Current Photo Friday theme: Crooked
Jean Dubuffet’s “Monument Au Fantome”
Discovery Green Park
Houston, Texas
Tim’s Boss: The Big H fires me
Distracted. |
Amused. |
Interested. |
Hey, wait a minute! I said no photos.
You’re fired.
Good times
Jim is here for a few days, always a good time, no matter what we do. He flew in to Houston in the middle of a mighty impressive thunderstorm with flash flooding. So dramatic.
Last night the four of us went to our favorite Montrose restaurant, Barnaby’s, then we watched the first two Toy Story movies on DVD in preparation for seeing Toy Story 3 in the theater. I think only Tom had seen the first movie years ago; the rest of us were Toy Story virgins. Many thumbs and some paws up (Pixie may think Pixar is another name for her own brand of magic).
I’m not sure what else is on the agenda, but it’ll be something, because when Jim visits, we always have an agenda. Maybe I’ll sneak in some Timothy James Beck conversation.
I finished the Work of Art project mentioned in my last post. Here’s a photo, and if you want the long explanation and more shots, check out the Work of Art blog. You can also see contributions from other artists, including one from TJB writing partner Timmy!
Getting in touch with your young inner artist
When I was ten, we lived in South Carolina. Someone or some organization decided to put together an art exhibit in an empty house at or near the college where my father taught. Anyone could submit works, and I decided to paint something while watching my father go through his paintings to pick out one or more to show. I don’t remember if anyone else in my family contributed anything.
I always loved it when my father painted. Oil was his favorite medium, although he also used watercolors, inks, and pencil. I liked the wooden box that held his supplies and his wooden palette. I liked the smell of the oil paints, turpentine, linseed oil, and mineral spirits. During the time I was making my “work of art,” he was painting on these pressed wood panels salvaged from the back of a bookcase:
Easy to see whose technique influenced what I paint today, although I judge his work far superior to mine for many reasons. And at ten, I was much more literal. Here’s my painting that hung in the show (my mother, bless her, kept it framed and packed away all those years or I wouldn’t even remember it):
Button Sunday
This one’s personal.
Something from the garden
This is one of the plants that appears every year on The Compound without any assistance from us. There used to be a bunch of them in the bed where the herbs are now. This past winter wiped them out. So I was happily surprised to see this one come up in a different flower bed. When you rub the leaves, they have a pungent odor, but the flowers have a sweeter scent.
They get much fatter and fuller. Hopefully by next summer we’ll again have a larger population of them.
ETA: Until Mark G. Harris pointed it out, I never noticed the lizard in the flower. When I shot it and even uploaded and cropped it, I was completely focused on the flower. Now I can’t STOP seeing him. The lizard is a photo bomber!
Photo Friday, No. 206
Current Photo Friday theme: Sky-High
Houston, Texas, 2010
This is the photo I use as my monitor’s wallpaper.