I am so delighted to share your wonderful art of music Mihran, I love it so much.. I shared it to my other blogs..
So happy you have your blog.. I haven’t been here much .. but this is great
I’ve noticed recently as I go to and from my days between meetings and conferences, and kids sporing events, that most everyone keeps tabs with their smartphone. As I walk by and glance at what’s so important, I can say most of the time it’s Facebook / Instagram.
Though I have personally dumped my FB and IG accounts (though you can find me at the links on this page), it seems that I’m in the minority. I also don’t have a smartphone. Rather a dumbphone flip phone. When I am out on the street I make a concentrated effort to be with people, and not be distracted … especially while driving the car (I’ve lived through at least seven car accidents, all of them the other person was ‘distracted’).
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Either Mrs Toad is expecting, or she is feasting on far too many bugs! She is over 5 inches long and quite chubby.
Dragon, the fly, needs to keep his distance, because Mrs T can spring into action quite suddenly.
Mrs T is a clever critter, who waits patiently at the right time of day for the drip line to start emitting precious water, providing needed relief for an overheated toad on hot summer days.
T is a California Western Toad, a threatened species of ‘special concern,’ due to die offs caused by fertilizer contamination, disease, and habitat destruction.
Western Toads are terrestrial, and we have a thriving colony of them inside The Holler fences.
Cheers to you & happy weekend from the comfortably chubby, and quite toadish, Mrs Toad~
LOVE YOUR WORK, SWEETIE, MY PLEASURE TO RE-BLOG..
Wednesday, August 1, 2018
Yes… she’s back. Art by Rob Goldstein
Welcome everyone. The diesel-punk train has arrived at Jazz Age Wednesdays. It’s great to see all you Sheiks and Shebas!
The diesel-punk train has been stuck in that Egyptian sand dune where it exited the pittura metafisica — both in the story and in my head. Sunday is my writing day, so as I pen this, I was looking for inspiration. I landed on the video composite (below) of Louis Armstrong. It includes some 1920s footage. At the video site, there’s a nice bit of history too.
The second song “I’ll Be Glad When You’re Dead, You Rascal,” got me going with this episode. Does that seem like odd inspiration? Read on and you’ll understand.
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I did a little picture today, It kind of goes with this..how interesting..
“Do you see them?” he asked.
“Yes. I didn’t think there would be so many,” she said, shivering.
“People have been dying for a long time so, of course, there are a lot of them. And these are just the ones who have stayed behind.”
“What do they do all day long? Stand still, or float around? And why are they here? Why didn’t they disappear after they died?”
“A lot of them don’t realize they aren’t still alive, but others stayed behind because they wanted revenge, or justice. Some simply refuse to leave the people they love. There’s no reason for them to stay. Look at them,” he said, “they aren’t here, or there. If they would just cross over, they could begin again, rather than simply exist.”
“Can’t you help them?”
“I try,” he said. “Look at their clothing and you can tell how long they’ve been nowhere. …
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So Adorable Sweet Cindy