Oh, I understand. You’d rather capture them as they are, rather than eating from the feeder. Tree leaves, yes it is tricky to spot the Blue Jays too.
PoTD is a great thread. Need to visit it more often.
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PoTD is a great thread. Need to visit it more often.
I need to post there more often! I’ve got a bit of a backlog on editing.
Thanks. You can apply paper texture in other apps, but I do not use them in Procreate.
This was my attempt to copy a Blue Tit illustration from the Bird Lab‘s Wall of Birds. I forgot the tail
I have not yet tried to draw from an actual bird, but I may resume the Bird Lab‘s nature journaling class again soon. They show you how to capture the pose from video and eventually real life. It was daunting for me, but I think I need something like that class again now.
is this... A riddle to be solved? A coded message? What the heck is going on?
It has been suggested to more than one farm kid that a pony might materialize if one shovels enough cow pies out of the barnyard. Silly me... they just wanted that yard cleared to keep the mire down to a dull roar, and eventually told me a pony was no less a worthless hayburner than the average horse, just smaller and meaner, so there was no way in hell we were getting one. Too late, the yard was cleared by then... but by me, that one time only. "Fool me once"...
Tropical Storm Fay was thankfully kind to us here. Are you okay @LizKat ?
Blue Jays are chatty this morning.
I am glad it is Saturday and hope everyone has a nice one.😘
We didn't get as much rain as in that downpour earlier in the week, but some how managed to lose all landline and internet service from around 8pm until some time in the wee hours (or anyway everything worked again by time I got up around 6).
Weird to be disconnected from the world... there's no cell service to speak of right here so when the net and landlines go down, may as well roost when the chickens do! I kept thinking about having just read that the courts have yet to approve Frontier Communication's restructuring arrangement, and was starting to wonder whether they had paid their upstream net bill last month...
I'm not entirely sure how to quell a panic attack but leaning on my medication won't fix the cause.
I'm not having a good day.
I'm not having a good day.
Sit down.
Breathe.
Close your eyes.
Breathe.
Think of a simple, reassuring word. Could be “love”, “amen”, “om”, “peace“.
breathe.
Keep thinking it, if you find yourself thinking of something else go back to the word.
Breathe.
Do like that for 20 minutes, no matter what.
Wait two minutes.
Open your eyes.
Sorry to hear that. @yaxomoxay seems to offer some good advice. I would just add talk to somebody. Better out than in.
I’ve heard holding a spider helps treat arachnophobia. If you’re in the neighborhood stop by. We can watch a scary movie together.
If that doesn’t do the trick I’ll make you one of my world famous martinis. You won’t wake up until Tuesday...and find out you’re in Las Vegas.
If you lived near me I would bundle you off for a long, slow walk together on the beach where we could breathe salt air, and listen to the birds and waves.
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I know I wasn't specifically invited, but tomorrow around four in the afternoon good for you? I'll bring the Bulleit.
Right now "sleeping" for a couple of days and "waking up" in Vegas sounds pretty good. Figuratively speaking, of course...
Forums are underrated. If more people spent their time on forums instead of facebook and twitter the world would be a better place.
There are still plenty of IRC servers out there. I’m on several myself still. Mostly all tech related ones.
I still can't get over the fact that the food that we eat does actually change EVERYTHING.
Me: I enjoy programming.
Me learning Swift
Me: Why do all these new languages use pascal case?! Ugh it reminds me of JavaScript.
Me coding in TypeScript
Me: Ugh I hate typescript and javascript, but I want a multi-platform UI for data management.
Me coding in C#
Me: Perfect!
That's what's on my mind.
Me learning Swift
Me: Why do all these new languages use pascal case?! Ugh it reminds me of JavaScript.
Me coding in TypeScript
Me: Ugh I hate typescript and javascript, but I want a multi-platform UI for data management.
Me coding in C#
Me: Perfect!
That's what's on my mind.
I'll probably be there in a couple of hours. The guy that promised not to open the Bulleit but is already sipping on it sitting on the pavement outside Gutwrench's house? That's me. Just to be sure that we recognize each other, I'll do my best to channel Lil from Fire Walk With Me. Continuously. Or Mr. Burns from the Simpsons episode with the baseball plot.
Just be on the lookout for general weirdness.
Oh I think that's what I miss the most about leaving Florida. I lived within walking distance to the beach.
I'm better now. Just opened up about a very touchy subject close to my heart and I guess I wasn't ready.
I'm okay with it as of this moment.
Glad to hear you are feeling better now, Septembersrain! Panic attacks can be scary.
Glad you’re feeling better. Do something nice today for yourself. No beach? Go for a walk in the country or by a river. Just somewhere quiet and beautiful.
My father.
He was a funny, warm, kind and generous man, a handsome one, too, and, in his later years, a wise and supportive mentor, friend and partner to many, above all, to my mother, to whom he was happily married for just under 45 years. She never got over his death 15 years ago.
Today would have been his birthday, and he would have been all of 91.
He loved to celebrate his birthday, his wedding anniversary, Christmas, and his wife's birthday.
Actually, he never, ever, forgot anyone's birthday, my mother's, ours - his children, - his sister, who adored him, his mother while she lived, - and always selected, with much careful and caring thought, appropriate cards and gifts for everyone on the day of their respective birthdays and for Christmas.
And he loved to receive gifts, and was a thrilled recipient of CDs of the sort of obscure 40s & 50s music (Charles Trenet, anyone?) that he loved, when I had managed to find them for him; and he loved American jazz (Ella, Louis Armstrong, Glenn Miller, the Dorsey brothers etc) and classical music.
He had wanted a gold chain, and my mother, for his birthday one year, laughing, drew a picture of links in a gold chain on the card she gave him, and wrote that the sketched links were a pictorial representation of a gold chain he could expect to receive in the future, as a belated birthday gift, possibly when they went to Turkey later in the year, on holidays.
While we laughed at the time, (and he looked at her as if to say "hm, yeah, right"), a gold chain did indeed materialise that year, on holidays, in Turkey, selected by him, paid for by her.
He wore it until two days before his death, when he was admitted to hospital, and gave it to her for safekeeping, and to wear. She, in turn, wore it and then gave it to me, around two years after his death.
So, today, I am wearing it, in honour of, and in memory of, the pair of them.
He was a funny, warm, kind and generous man, a handsome one, too, and, in his later years, a wise and supportive mentor, friend and partner to many, above all, to my mother, to whom he was happily married for just under 45 years. She never got over his death 15 years ago.
Today would have been his birthday, and he would have been all of 91.
He loved to celebrate his birthday, his wedding anniversary, Christmas, and his wife's birthday.
Actually, he never, ever, forgot anyone's birthday, my mother's, ours - his children, - his sister, who adored him, his mother while she lived, - and always selected, with much careful and caring thought, appropriate cards and gifts for everyone on the day of their respective birthdays and for Christmas.
And he loved to receive gifts, and was a thrilled recipient of CDs of the sort of obscure 40s & 50s music (Charles Trenet, anyone?) that he loved, when I had managed to find them for him; and he loved American jazz (Ella, Louis Armstrong, Glenn Miller, the Dorsey brothers etc) and classical music.
He had wanted a gold chain, and my mother, for his birthday one year, laughing, drew a picture of links in a gold chain on the card she gave him, and wrote that the sketched links were a pictorial representation of a gold chain he could expect to receive in the future, as a belated birthday gift, possibly when they went to Turkey later in the year, on holidays.
While we laughed at the time, (and he looked at her as if to say "hm, yeah, right"), a gold chain did indeed materialise that year, on holidays, in Turkey, selected by him, paid for by her.
He wore it until two days before his death, when he was admitted to hospital, and gave it to her for safekeeping, and to wear. She, in turn, wore it and then gave it to me, around two years after his death.
So, today, I am wearing it, in honour of, and in memory of, the pair of them.
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