What a gorgeous weekend we are having. I hope where ever you are it is lovely for you too. I hope you have creative plans too.
John is still finishing up what he needs to do to get the studio area, in the barn, ready for the dry wall guys, next week.
Last night, on the way home from excellent Indian food John informed me that he wants credit for stopping the car when I shout, PHOTO PICTURE.
He wants credit for backing up until I tell him I've got the shot.
So, for you John, I give you:
BEST BOY, credit.
I've been working on Lil Red. Here are the updated pictures:
I got a sweet e-card in my mail this morning from Lisa. SMOOOOOCH
I don't know if I mentioned this book: Image Transfer Workshop by Darlene Olivia McElroy & Sandra Duran Wilson. It is PACKED with how-to's for Imagine Transfer. From Heat, Solvents and Everything Else, there are clear pictures and directions. Each technique has a list of materials, limitations, surface options, archival quality, notes and troubleshooting answers.
As soon as my studio is set up I am going to be working my way through this book. I love it.
The grass is cut, the plums on the Plum tree are calling me to come out and pick them. I still haven't decided what I'm going to do with them. Suggestions with recipes are always welcome.
Oh, last night I was watching a wonderful program about Wisconsin birds and their migration stops, on PBS. For some reason there was a small segment about winter in Wisconsin and the DNR spokesperson was talking about animals that hibernate during winter, our bear population and frogs.
Now, I've always wandered about our frogs. It's on my list of things I tend to think about when I'm cutting the grass, watching out for any wandering frogs.
Apparently, frogs go into the same state that bears do, for the winter. The gentleman referred to them as froggie ice cubes, which made me smile.
Remember, I told you I am easily entertained.
I'm keeping the water level of the pond up so that they have enough water when it comes time for them to "go to sleep". I can't wait until they defrost and start peeping and croaking again in spring.