This is how far I’ve gotten with this doodle … not much done since then. I tried to get some doodles done to settle my mind, but it didn’t work this time. So this is as far as I got on this.
So much going on and late nights the past couple of weeks. The in-laws were over for several weeks, and even though they’re family, routines and timetables changes. Oh, not to mention that my PC was in the guest bedroom, so I couldn’t stay up late working on it, could I? 🙂 Well – they’ve left. So I can work on it again!! And I’m sleeping in late tomorrow … no extra guests to see to 🙂
Good weekend, all !
Keeping awake in a town hall meeting 😬
Good weekend, all!
After the soccer camp in Trinidad and Tobago – that’s what I’m calling it – for Tin, it was hard work – we spent a couple of days at a seaside town called Mayaro.
I enjoyed the drive down – once we were out of the narrow streets with people and cars all over the road.
I loved seeing the tall coconut trees on either side, specially on the sea side. It was hot outside, but the air was cleaner and fresher.
There’s fewer trees now, hubby says. Apparently, both sides of the road was thick with coconut trees before. I forget which it was – a fire or a flood – that damaged the land and the trees. So this is still in the process of rebuilding the thick grove they used to have.
The sea was frothing at the shores. Don’t know if you can see it in the picture here, but those white bubbles were not waves breaking on the shore. Perhaps it was because of some storm system off the shores, or maybe it was pollution, but apparently, when the sea is frothing, they say that the sea is cleaning itself.
Somehow, I liked that. The phrases come to mind … wash it off … cleanse itself … wash out all the pain and sorrow … flush out the toxins … The sea is cleaning itself, by pushing all the pollution and toxins to the shores …
Wait … but that means that the shores and the land are now polluted? Or will it be absorbed by the soil, and all is well? Isn’t it ‘wash out to the seas’, wash off something?
I guess it works either way for Mother Nature.
Wash off or wash out … Whichever works best for her.
There’s something about using a pen for the first time … the feel of holding a new pen … the smell of fresh ink … the first stroke of the pen and the solid line it makes … Whenever I start to use a new pen, I have to start a fresh page … of something, anything.
The never-ending ink pen finally ran out of ink, and here’s the replacement. The same pen, brand new, with fresh ink.
So I plotted out a new drawing … it was supposed to be a mandala, but the compass kept shifting on me. I need to look for a good compass, one that doesn’t start folding on me as I draw the circles. I’m leaving it as it is … the filled-in designs might turn out to be interesting.
But because I really wanted to start using the pen now! 🙂 I doodled a bit.
Hmmm … I think I like this doodles better than the one just drawn …
Happy Wednesday !
So … it must be a rite of passage that sometime, sooner or later, boys (and gals) will think about getting tattoos . hmmmm …
Not a fan of tattoos, myself. The art of the tattoos, yes. The body canvas … not so much.
Talk about it comes up once in a while … ‘Right, Mom? We’re going to get tattoos?’ … and they’ll get an eye-roll in return from me.
So as we were walking up and down the Hollywood sidewalk – we literally walked about three miles that night – from the parking lot about a mile down, to the center and beyond, and back again … whew … yes, well, this sidewalk stall caught Tin’s eye, and he stopped to flip through their binder.
These were the brush-on ones, similar to those he’s had from time to time when he was younger.
I told him that I could probably doodle some designs and I have a drawing book for him to look through and consider.
I got an eye-roll from him … lol
via Photo Challenge: Windows
What do I see when I look out my window? Nose prints, usually.
There’s a weekly and sometimely cleaning, but of course, in a couple of days, it’s dirty again.
There’s four-legged creatures that use it as a sun-tanning bed …
… to watch the scenery outside …
… or perch on top of it to watch the confusing humans as they walk about.
We watch the snows pile up during the snowstorms …
And each year, I look forward to seeing this flaming tree blossom out in the front yard, and cover the window with red beauty.
So nose prints on the glass is ok. We enjoy looking out the window, anyway.