Yeah, it’s been one of those days. So I grabbed my camera and started walking around this pop stand, snapping pictures.
Found the painting above at an antique store and had to get it because it reminded me of my beloved Horseneck Beach in Westport, Mass. I think the artist’s name is Alexander but so far, no info. I’ll keep looking.
Below are pix of some of the little farm animal figurines in my kitchen.
Then next two pix are of a hand-made frame I found at a yard sale. I stuck the sweet cow photo in there but it’s that frame that most interests me. From the front it looks like an average wooden frame, but the back is like Fort Knox. . .
I have three Eastern Black Swallowtails right now, in various stages of life. One’s still tiny, living and munching on sprigs of fresh dill. That photo is too blurry, but the next two are decent enough to post. One is of a pupa, right now in the process of metamorphosis. (The little lump on the body is shed skin.) The other little guy latched onto the inside lip of a coffee can last night. I keep checking, hoping I’ll catch him in the act of splitting his skin. I can’t fathom what these little guys go through, what they experience–
My little house is peppered with displays of this and that. In the hall we have a desk, our phone is on there. And a small ceramic angel my sister-in-law made for me, gazing at a framed postcard of fairies listening to a flower gramophone.
And in my bathroom. . .
And in my kitchen, on a window ledge, I keep some of my favorite fossils and rocks.
In one of my novels, the main character keeps a journal. At one point, drunk on his ass, he pens the following line. Which I love, can’t help it. Enough to print it out and frame it.