I know I’ve mentioned before that we are making books in our Running with Scissors art group. I’ve finished my page for Cynthia’s book, she had written a poem about candy and had us each illustrate a verse. This is mine.
It was a challenge, I do better with skulls and death.
Sunday was the annual Old Village Car Show (Bumpers, Bikes and Blues), in Plymouth.
An overview of the festivities.
An overview of the cars.
Danny Cash and the Dead Shorts.
My favorite Dead Short, Mark, with a rare smile.
The beautiful dunk tank girls.
Joe LeBeau blows for the Wiley Coyote Band.
Acouple of ne’er-do-wells, Eric and Jenna, takin’ in the sights.
Shelly, Shirley and Ann in deep conversation.
Mark steals my camera for a shoot-out with Christy.
Meanwhile her husband Matt plays with tools.
I won at bean toss. Really. Not that I sunk a single beanbag, just that I managed to get partnered with Danny Cash, who discovers that along with singing, playing guitar, roofing, and inventing, he’s damn good at tossing bean bags!
The tireless Rob, who hosted most of the festivities in the parking lot of his restaurant, Station 885.
Hey, I made Skull-a-day today!! Yeah!!!
This wonderful snake graffiti lives outside the Corner Brewery in Ypsilanti. Yesterday was the Shadow Art Fair, where many, including Jill, sold there wares. It is a wonderful place for an art fair, a very affordable fair at that, and wonderful beer, especially their Espresso Love Breakfast Stout. Truly an amazing brew, what I refer to as an “oooo” beer, one that makes me go “oooo”.
Thursday I managed to drag my sainted mother around quite a bit of Ann Arbor to check out more art fair wares. We saw such amazing things, so many artists who truly put their hearts and souls in their work. We did not die of heatstroke, we took our time and drank water, and we had a blast!
Today, the Old Village Car Show, it will be another great time!
Oh, and thanks, Lynn, for the photo of my feets, since I’m not bright enough to remember my camera!
The letters were taken from Dover’s “Letters and Alphabets” with a little alteration. The creatures at top are,in order, the horned one, the maiden, the mother, and the crone.
I saw a t-shirt once that explained how you can tell temperature by cats. The colder it is, the smaller and rounder the cat, as it gets warmer, the cats get longer. This is true, and it’s been hot. The fuzzy beasts that live in my house and so often try to look cute, pleading for attention, as of late don’t care. They have a “don’t touch me, I’m hot” look in their half closed eyes.
This is Rhythm on the back steps. She no longer cares about her belly hanging out, she just wants to shimmy out of the fur coat.
This is Harmony trying to expose as much of her body as possible to any breeze we might create as we walk by. Mark took these pictures. He also took one of me sprawled out, but this is my blog, and you’re not going to see that one.
It is always a good day when you see turtles sunning themselves.
I spent Friday and Saturday in Lansing at an antique radio swap meet, selling radio parts in the parking lot. I entertained myself with the watercolor kit Jane gave me. These are the results:
Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and she’ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.
Notice the slithy toves? The Jubjub bird? The Tumtum tree?
After Picasso’s Guernica, which I was lucky enough to see in New York before it moved to Spain.
We leave Madrid and head for the Alhambra in Granada.
One last look at the Alhambra before we head home.
