It’s sometimes hard to say when the subject of a post is done. And I find myself looking at new things and thinking that they could be a part of a previous post. So here are some additions,
This lovely candidate for the trees post, serves as a shady bower to protect those persons waiting for the bus. From the hot New Mexico sun in Santa Fe.
This tree however is a lonely bit of art, positioned on a sidewalk where few travel by foot. It has metal birds perched on the branches, while a real hawk circles above.
I had promised the previous piece of art that I made to a friend. But since it did win a ribbon, I found that I could not let it go. So instead I decided that there was nothing for it but to make another one. This time I sort of knew what I was doing, and I think that this one has better contrast between the mane and the face. I whipped out the finished piece the day before my friend’s auction to raise money to help tigers in Thailand. It wasn’t going to sell for very much, so I bought it back, and now I have two lion quilts. (And I made a donation to help the tigers too.)
These are some rather unusual birds about town, from right in my neighborhood. I have no idea what these wild turkeys were thinking as they strolled about, blabbering away in turkey talk. But they were the first of their kind I had ever seen nearby, looking for place to hide before Thanksgiving no doubt.
The day had started out with me on a mission. And I had set out with only one mission, to track down the local telephone company office and get a modem from this century for M’s cousin. Google had led me along a winding path through the city, and there I was. Only there was no phone company office at the rumored address, only a real estate office that had been there for years. So as I waited on the phone to talk to someone from the phone company, I noticed these fine feathered
fiends friends across the street at an art gallery. (Santa Fe has so many galleries that they are almost hard to avoid).
I love crows, and apparently so do normal people.
They are somewhat mysterious and sentient. What exactly are they thinking as they observe us?
Possible harbingers of some dread fate, they are also quite popular subjects of poetry and rhymes.
I’m not quite sure I would like to have this crow looking down on me in my garden (assuming I had a garden).
But this one, which I saw the next day was clearly the best of the lot (but sadly, it is not for sale). This bird lives in an interactive art experience (a former bowling alley filled with rooms of mysterious stuff that one can wander around in). And at three feet tall clearly not a bird to be messed with.
I don’t really have anything to say about these pictures, just that Fall sometimes has glorious days of sunshine and cool weather that makes one feel glad to be alive.
This butterfly was out enjoying the zinnas.
The morning glories are still in bloom, I must have gotten up early by mistake.
This is not a scene from my house (I am an indifferent gardener), I was at M’s cousin’s. In Santa Fe.
What is more iconic of Fall than a bunch of pumpkins? Just nature’s reminder to stock up for the long winter ahead.