Sunday, May 31, 2015

Digital Whisper - Venus

Forgive me for having fun with Botticelli's Venus.  I was in an impish mood!

Sunday Postcard - Greek Mythology

This week's challenge at SPA is Greek Mythology.   I've always liked the legend that, at the bottom of Pandora's box after the sins were released, there remained HOPE.   Isn't that a nice thought?   I waxed poetic and wrote a bit of poetry about it!  Thanks for indulging me....and my thoughts are with Mandy in her temporary absence from SPA.

Take a Word - Steampunk

All "geared up" for Marie's steampunk challenge at Take a Word.   Thanks for visiting!

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Three Muses - Wedding

Vintage freebies were used for this tribute to all the starry-eyed brides and stalwart grooms!

Monday, May 25, 2015

Digital Whisper - Sheet Music

Patti has chosen sheet music for this week's challenge.  Where would we be without music to soothe us, to cheer us,to romance us and to make our hearts sing?   Everything here is cybersurfed.  Thanks for your visit.

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Take a Word - Home

This week's challenge at Take a Word is "home", and this page from my journal seems to fit.  All hand-drawn using pan pastels and Prismacolor pencils. 

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Three Muses - Wheels

An experimental blending of yesterday and today.   I received the vintage photo in some advertising junk mail today, and wanted to use it somehow, so I scanned it and cybersurfed for a setting.  Then, it needed a story, so here goes.....  Many years ago, on a fine, crisp autumn morning, the Byers family set off on a trip to another state to visit distant cousins.   They vanished mysteriously, and despite extensive searches, not one of them nor their automobile was ever seen again.   Legend has it, so the locals say, sometimes on crisp autumn evenings, if they look to the road that runs through the valley,  they hear a motor car, and seem to see the phantom car and the Byers on their way.   So, if you happen to be in Byers' Valley on a crisp autumn evening, look toward the road and ...... who knows what you might see!

Monday, May 18, 2015

Digital Whisper - Coffee

Bits and pieces from here and there, altered a bit.  The face is hand drawn and scanned by me. Thanks for stopping by.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Take a Word - Turquoise

When Johnny Comes Marching Home.    The lady is a freebie, source not recorded; her home and her sweetheart were cybersurfed.   I wonder if the house and Johnny survived the war? 

Monday, May 11, 2015

Three Muses - Rooster

When I was a child, my mother raised bantam chickens.  Her prize rooster looked just like this fellow.  Every sunrise was greeted with his enthusiastic crowing, and he strutted about amongst the lady bantams all day.   He was a glorious fellow, but he was evil!  He lay in wait every day for me to come home from school and, as soon as I was in sight,  his feathers fluffed, his wings and head went down and he came after me helter-skelter like a runaway freight train.  If I didn't reach the house fast enough he'd flog my ankles with his spurs.   On one particular day I raced to the door, tripped on the downspout to the cistern and fell against the steps, knocking me quite breathless...and I passed out.  The next thing I remembered, I was flat on my back in the grass with my mother bending over me with a damp cloth to my forehead, and he was nowhere in sight.   I hated that gorgeous fellow.  I was glad when mother went out of the bantam business!   If you happen to meet one of his descendants, don't trust the handsome devil!  (By the way, this is not my childhood home, but it is reminiscent of it).

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Take a Word - Mother

This is a collage of items that might have been of interest in my mother's lifetime.  My brother (pictured here with her)  was born just 7 years after women earned the right to vote.   She took that privilege seriously.  She was a dedicated Democrat, and she and my father frequently cancelled each other's votes.  Fiercely independent, she established her own egg business while my father farmed.  She had her own bank account and kept her own records.   My father fondly called her Maggie, and was proud of her sassy independence.   Happy Mother's Day, Mom.  You set the bar mighty high!

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Three Muses - Famous

I have tremendous respect for Eleanor Roosevelt, a strong woman who left her mark on the history of the United States, on human rights and on the rights of women.  I was torn between featuring Eleanor Roosevelt or Sojourner Truth, an equally strong African American woman who also left her mark on black history.  Both are women I greatly admire. 

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Take a Word - Plants & Insects

A view of a friend's garden.   A lonely tulip which escaped the squirrels, and Virginia bluebells, a gift from her Daddy.   I wonder if she was in the garden when the "visitor" did a fly-by.  Probably not, but it struck my fancy to send him by.   Thanks, Diana!