the rocks have some things to say to me, i'm sure.

i took a walk in my neighborhood and picked some flowers. they were colored like crazy things.
i got a sunburn, but that is not the only reason i am a stupid girl.

i am getting a little better at making fires, but i am still not best. i had to go through piles of books at my grandparents house, and there are all sorts of things that i didn't know.

my grandparents are moving out of their house they've lived in for 52 years, and i am helping. this requires examining my grandfather's collection of everything ever in the world at great length. for the record, i was happily gifted this bug cage. if you have an errant bug who needs caging, i'm your girl.

eleanor and i ate a fancy lady dinner outside. the ratio of candle to person was something like 9:1. which is the right kind of ratio.

we ate an excellent second dinner of small piles of cheese and olives and beer and bread. and i took my shoes off, don't worry.

not all of you. just one person, actually.
and some silk ribbon that i thought i lost in new york city but found in my snarly hair, later.

i went on a boatride and gleaned some knowledge. things can change in just a few weeks.

i spend too much time with linus and bob's best advice ever.

this has been a summer of tiny self reassurances and weird situations for my dog. he went on a boat yesterday.

i can't throw away my rocks.

sometimes i am surprised at the things in my life that turn out to be indulgences.

my coworker told me about this part of the story of the tower of babel--nimrod, the king at the time, was the one who built the tower as tall as he could to get to heaven, and then his soldiers shot arrows into the sky. they bragged that the arrows came back dripping with the blood of angels. and that's why god made it so that we all speak different languages--to make it more difficult so we don't all go getting together doing dumb things like that, again.

we went to the rocky point amusement park after blueberry picking. all summer long i find small beach objects that i have to take home. usually i try to keep it to only one object a visit, but i had to take these five tiny things home.

knotted up in her braid, with buried feet. if my hair was longer, this would have been drawn as a self portrait.

eleanor and i are wild bears. we picked 15 pounds of blueberries. ate pints of them right off the bush. made 27 jars of jam.

this summer has been a tough season for heartbones and for sketchbooks, so my posts are few. don't fret! once my show (!) goes up in august and i can sit and focus better, many more things will be here for you to look at. here are some photos of my studionest.

bob took an action shot photo of me where i was inadvertently making these buddha hands, so i drew it.
the list is one method i use for helping me get past an artist's block. but, even with lists like that of excellent things to draw, i still have to slam my head against the table, sometimes.

bruise or dirt? is a common query in my life.

tiny flower found and pressed in maine.