Day 3941: Butch and Blind Ladies

 

 

"Repetition": ink, acrylics, digital.

 

 

                                         

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I was going through some art files this morningand I came across this one which brought up a quick story.

 

You may have noticed a difference in spacing and format? Evidently  has taken residence in my Mac Pro laptop! He has been tinkering for a while now and I try to fix the mistakes but he either deletes or returns to the original error. Today I am not fighting it, you'll get what I see?

When I was in college I lived on campus in Wood Hall. I pledged a sorority but none of the sororities had house yet, instead we had suites, ours was in Wood Hall. (They have beautiful houses now.) None of this is important to the story, but I am just glad the brain cell are chugging away. Anyway, holidays and many weekend I went to Aunt Martha's house. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now the story. I brought home a big watercolor of two ladies for Aunt Martha. She liked it so much she framed it and hung it in the living room. As was my habit then and sometimes now, I left the faces blank to concentrate on the composition. Sometimes I would then add facial feature, but on this one the faces were still blank.

 

When Butch, an eight year old, young man from next door came over, he studied the painting for a long time. He finally said, "Oh! Blind Ladies."

 

 

 

"It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are."      ee cummings ( he wanted credit)

 

 

 

 

A  5 minute video, Albatross chick & rainbow, here.

 

Just because ...

 

Crimson-rumped Toucanet

 

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Day 3940: Golf Pro and Baby Red Wolf.

        

"Lies": junk mail & tissue collage

                                         

 

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2GN2S ...

A once-in-a-lifetime hole-in-one!

   Michael Block is a golf pro, not a pro golfer. So when the California golf instructor earned a spot at the PGA Championship earlier this month, many in attendance assumed he wouldn’t make the cut to play the weekend, if they noticed him at all. But by the final round, Block made sure everyone knew his name. The coach earned his place to play alongside four-time major champion Rory McIlory and even drilled a hole-in-one at the 15th hole. Block ended the weekend in 15th place, earning over $288,000 (the equivalent of what he'd make off of 1,922 golf lessons) – and an automatic invite to next year’s event. He was also invited to compete at this week’s Charles Schwab Challenge in Texas, though he had to cancel a few golf lessons back home to make it. “I think they understand why I can’t teach them tomorrow,” he said. 

 

 

You gotta see this!

BABY ALERT! Two litters of critically endangered red wolf pups were just born at the North Carolina Zoo, and they're already doing their part to raise awareness about their species' plight. Wouldn't you want to do everything you could to protect those teeny little angels? The bevy of babies was somewhat unexpected: Two wolf couples had nine pups between them, the zoo said. The babes will be raised by their parents, likely away from zoo visitors so that they'll have a better chance at survival if they're chosen to return to the wild. The zoo is one of several around the country with a red wolf breeding program designed to eventually improve their wild populations, which declined significantly due to habitat loss and "predator control" programs. These yipping babies have a lot of responsibility, but they'll spend their infancy snoozing with their siblings.

 

 

A great 12 minute video, Unknown Soldier, here.

 

Just because ...

  

Buffy fish-owl

 

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Day 3939: Road trip and Clydie.

                                           

"Senseless": junk mail & tissue collage

                                     

                                            

 

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2GN2S ...

The ultimate road trip ends

National Park of American Samoa

Joy Ryan, 93, and her grandson Brad set out more than seven years ago on a nature lover’s dream mission: Visit every single US national park. One pandemic and a major aging milestone later, they’ve completed their tour of all 63, ending at the National Park of American Samoa. She’s the oldest person to have visited every national park, her grandson said. It all started when Joy, then in her 80s, told Brad she regretted taking so few trips in her life. He surprised her with a trip to Tennessee's Smoky Mountains, where they caught the travel bug. From there, they embarked on a journey across the US (and south of the equator, where the American Samoa park is). Their checklist took longer than they expected to complete: They couldn’t have foreseen the Covid-19 pandemic throwing a wrench into their trip timeline, but as soon as it was safe for the duo to resume travel, they headed back out, eager for adventure. “It was the greatest privilege of my life to be in the driver’s seat for Grandma Joy’s Road Trip,” Brad Ryan, sharing a photo of himself and his grandma Joy at the National Park of American Samoa, beaming.

What's so special? 

Three older ladies, me and a cat?

Can I tell you a quick story?

We are seated in front of Koehler Arms, an apartment building in Hollywood, California. A long time ago.

In the center is Clydie Koehler, the owner of this building, this block, and many whole blocks in L.A, downtown Palm Springs and more.

The lady on the right, is her mother, Jean. The lady on the left was Jean's sister, Clydie's Aunt, but I can't remember her name. And, I don't remember the cat, at all. But, I will always remember Clydie. She had been a silent film star, and married a successful man, George Koehler. When I was older she mesmerized me with her stories.

Dad rented one of Clydie's small bungalow, when I returned from Australia and stayed with my Dad.

 

Clydie drove an old pink and black Studebaker, with her plumbing tools in the trunk. Even though she owned all these buildings, and properties, she did all the repairs. She was a strong "widow-lady", older by then, with a wonderful sense of humor, and to say she was frugal would be an understatement.

This is my only picture of Clydie, 

so it's special to me.

 

 

 

A fun -1 minute video, fan/security Davis Perrigo, here.

 

Just because ...

  

Channel-billed Cuckoo

 

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