zonked on a happy 1st of spring

Where are the pictures of my creative work, you're wondering. And so am I. Maybe it's spring fever that's hit, but I've been on a binge of organizing and the emotional task of purging things that I've carried with me from house to house for most of my adult life. It's been a challenge to reset my interior latitude and longitude, but enough is enough- literally and so I am releasing elements of my past perception of self. That is creative work, believe me, and so my kitties offer me a respite from the seriousness of it all.

They make me laugh!

Babu can't wake up

 

Muji does- with a big yawn

My, what big teeth you have Mr. Muji!

 

Muji starts a serious bout of bathtime

 

 

I try not to laugh out loud

 

bathus interruptus

Then Muji decides that you-know-who needs a bath

 

and Babu can hardly wake for his ablutions

 

Have I done a good job?

 

and Muji nods off too

 

zonked

 

peace out

 

cats in repose

From a bright cold day here in Nova Scotia, all is quiet, I mean except for the dryer marching to its own drummer.  I thought this might be as good a day as any to share some pictures of the little ones in various stages of repose.

Here I came upon an unusual scene and woke the two with my efforts to capture it.

 

It wasn't enough to disturb them from their snooze

 

Another day I found them like this

 

Muji seems to be taking the upper hand despite

 

Babu generally being the provocateur.

 

 

It pleases me to see them getting on so well together for their early days together sometimes frightened me with their primal play of pretend killing.

Here Muji does his impression of a box.

 

and here Babu has passed out from another round of frantic play

 

I've been sorting and editing my collection of art supplies, hence very little art these days. It's a job I've been dabbling at since the move, but am taking more seriously lately. Maybe these longer days are providing the incentive. Anyway, the ideas are percolating and I hope to have something to share with you soon.

 

wishing you a pleasant change of seasons as that time approaches



Gaspereau Valley trip part II

 As you may already know, I am a huge animal lover... from afar. It is a whole other thing to keep such creatures in terms of cost and energy. So I love them from afar, appreciating their incredibly charged, innate beauty and otherness. Fellow sentient creatures evolved to walk the earth with us.

 

and who is this?



 



here's a little guy come looking for treats

 

doing his goatie "I'll try anything once"





 

dear little goatie smile

 

Oh! and what's this??

 

these little goats shocked poor me by fighting right in front of me!

 

Like a baseball pitcher or a WWF wrestler, the goat on the left winds up for the attack.

Ouf! enough for little old me, and besides I'm so cold my fingers are burning;

 no woolly coat on me,  so back in the car.

 

and off to more peaceful climes as we travel along the Black River

 

wild rose hips along the bank

 

The Black River must join the Gaspereau River somewhere 

but we always seem to wander without a map.

 

This is only the 2nd time we've come to this bridge over-looking the Black River

You can see the road to the north from whence we came, where the high ravine gave the 1st hydro dam along the Black River its name: Hell's Gate!

 

 here the Lumsden hydro plant stands just below me.

 

the sketchy rose hips behind

 

framed by the forested shoreline

 

Then it's on up the road as evening falls, to catch the light at a favourite place we found last year

 

this is another crossing of the Black River further to the south, in fact upriver

 

this is a favourite place for me

 

it never fails to please

 

the quiet is, well, qui-i-i-et

 

the fading light only adds to the deep mystery of this wondrous place

 

listen...

 

can you hear it?

 

just the faint

 

hushshsh

 

of the evening breeze through the trees

 

and behind me, to the south

 

along the ice and snow of the riverbank

 

weasel tracks!

 

and some up close as she ran along the road

 

and with the light, we leave this mystical setting that cleansed my soul

 

but not without one further treat as we ventured down the road-

an eagle, a female by the water's edge, trees reflected in its calm flow.

 

thank you for sharing this time with me