Flying is both magical and exhausting. To get up at 4:00 a.m, drive an hour plus to the airport an hour plus early just so a stranger can send you through a cattle call of pat-downs and orders takes so much away from the elegance of flight.
Author: bobbibowwoman
Fairbanks, Alaska Part 2: The Northern Lights
I’ve always been fascinated by the Northern Lights (aurora borealis). Years ago a job took me to Anchorage for a long weekend. While it was a wonderful trip, there were no northern lights to be seen. I was hoping this visit would be different.
Sunday Comics
Sunday morning…and you want to start out with a smile. Enjoy these talented folk.
Fairbanks, Alaska Part 1: Exploring His Roots
Armed with family stories, a photo of him outside a tent in Alaska (yes, a TENT) and a birth certificate, my husband had always wanted to return to the place of his birth (no matter that he left decades ago when he was five) and “walk the land.”
Sunday Comics
Andrew Baines – Featured Artist
Andrew Baines: Featured Artist
Photographer, Painter, Film Producer, Writer, Art Activist
Home: Grange, South Australia
Website: www.andrewbaines.com
Twitter: @andrewsurreal
Andrew was willing to answer some questions for September’s Featured Artist Interview. Continue reading
Sunday Comics
Don’t even say it. It’s not the last week of September; it just can’t be. If you are feeling this month has gone by too fast, maybe you need a chuckle. Enjoy these clever folks.
Surprise Roses
A few days back I was walking through the living room. It was the kind of walk that happens when you are headed for something and want to get there before you forget what it is.
I glanced at the mantle and kept walking…stopped and backed up. Continue reading
Sunday Comics
There’s no theme for the comics, just like the ones I used to read growing up. Each is its own little island of funny. Enjoy
Autumn reflection (Dog Paddling in Sheep Soup)
Great memories, well shared. Thank you.
There’s a lot of prosy autumnal stuff floating around t’interweb. Snippets of ochre gush about leaves and colour and such. And I’m as guilty as any doodling amateur scribe. Latching onto the mood of the moment. The richness of the season.
THERE I GO AGAIN!
Any hoo. Today is Thursday. It’s mid September (careful) and tomorrow is Friday.
As I get older, my memories of childhood become more vivid. The veil of time is lifting and sweet childlike moments of innocence and wonder pop into my mind.
TARAAH! CYMBALS! FIREWORKS!
It’s pretty cool. All the faces I knew when I was growing up are suddenly quite alive. Standing beside me. Tutting or cooing. Chasing me. Nipping. Kissing.
Pearls of wisdom and nuggets of madness from faces I’d forgotten. Most of them dead. Rat fodder.
As a child, my siblings and cousins and I had the run of an enchanted glen…
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Drawing on Words 