If you cut off a unicorn horn is it considered a rhinoplasty?
You may have seen the shirt with the picture of the rhino saying ,”Save the chubby unicorn.” Today we had family over and there were some mini unicorn pinatas. Due to the aforementioned shirt I called them skinny rhinos. My niece wasn’t to keen on that, but I remembered this rhino from my wax animals and decided to include it. I had to do a little work on him because the mouth wasn’t quite right before, but I liked this animal when I first did these and so I’m kind of glad I was able to repair him.
It’s been a busy day and I haven’t had a lot of time to work on things, so I give you the rhino or chubby unicorn.
…But it doesn’t thrill me half as much as dancing cheek… Um, wait a minute.
…With tears in my… No, that doesn’t work either. I’m just not sure that there is a song that works for this picture.
I went out to the cemetery today. Monday will be 3 years since my brother passed away. Next to the headstone underneath a rock was a piece of paper. On the piece of paper was written, “Right as rain. Thanks.” Not that this has anything to do with the picture, but I thought it was interesting that at a grave site there was a note that everything was ok. That seemed like a good sign.
Of course it’s happy it’s drinking the nectar of cycling.
Why is a blue bird the symbol of happiness? It seems like a blue bird would be sad. But, even a blue bird can find some reason to be happy. This one is perched on a piece of a pedal and drinking from a spindle.
It is going to be spring soon when it is warm and the bikes are in full bloom.
Wait, that one looks like a skull impaled on that spindle.
Life isn’t black and white. But today I took my photo and went with a black and white version. I haven’t really talked about anything cancer related lately, but that was the whole reason that I started this project and this blog. I don’t like to think about cancer though. I run and cycle with the Huntsman Heroes to help support people that have cancer or loved ones with cancer. So it is often one of those things that lurks in the back of your mind whether you want to acknowledge it or bury it deep down under other thoughts.
I’ve been thinking about it today though. I was sitting in the lobby waiting for my dad to get out of an appointment and some people were talking. I wasn’t eavesdropping, at least not at that moment. There were some people talking in a foreign language (something slavic but not Russian) and I was eavesdropping on them to see if I could figure out the language (I couldn’t). As I was saying, I wasn’t even paying attention to them until one of them said, “Sarcoma,” or some other ‘noma’. And all of the sudden I was pulled out of what I was doing and into the mode of oh-no-not-another-one. I didn’t know these people, I didn’t even turn around to see who they were. I just had this visceral reaction to a word that I overheard when I wasn’t even paying attention.
I think that it is sometimes easy to lose track of what we are doing when we get pulled into the day to day things. I have days where I just struggle to find a picture and my focus is just on snapping a photo that I can post with nothing to say and some stupid compulsion to try to say something. But there are those days when you just get things together long enough to think about the real reason that you are doing some of the things that you are doing and trying to express that (no matter how inadequately). So I continue to try to put together a project that means something to someone other than me. Hopefully, you find something here.
Today seemed like a good day for a picture of a nice predator. Monday’s can be like that. Or we can be like that. I suppose it kind of depends on the Monday or it depends on us.
As I started the day trying to come up with a picture, I folded some pigeons. I was thinking something along the lines of The Birds but then I started thinking about how pigeons are basically just rats with wings and decided that I wanted to go a different direction.
From suspense, I made the jump to suspense. I think that all pictures tell a story. The question is what is the story that this picture tells? I think that the murder of crows on the right is definitely suspect. Of course, the crime is a murder of a crow so maybe the pigeons are in on it. The crows are definitely the first ones you might suspect, so there’s a good chance that they are the victims here. If only Hercule Parrot was here.
I was working with some clay today, trying to come up with an idea. I started with a bunch of pieces of clay with different leaf imprints that I was stitching together like Frankenstein’s monster. That wasn’t working so I went the other way and put some different pieces of clay together and then imprinted a leaf on it.
I took this picture thinking Rainbow Trout is a clever name. While I still believe that this is true, I didn’t think about what I might have to say about a picture of a fish. Maybe, “Glub, glub.”
So much for trying to be clever. Who would have thought that a play on words could backfire?
You’ve got a little spot right there. No, a little to the right.
Probably not what you were expecting from the title is it. But really is it ever. Maybe this would have been a better title for yesterday.
I’m not sure what kind of bird this is though. I’d like to think based on its beautiful plumage it is a Norwegian Blue Parrot, but I think the coloring points more toward a clown hawk. You probably thought that the terrifying clown had no natural predators, but you would be wrong. Of course the clown hawk has been hunted nearly to extinction by carnival hawkers.
