Friday, July 11, 2014

Edna Knits a Cocoon for the Reluctant Caterpillar

Here is an illustration I finished recently of Edna using her crafting skills to help out a caterpillar not quite ready for adulthood.... or mothhood.


   Edna loves to watch the giant moths of Hillderberry Road soar through the sky. They flutter their gauzy wings and soar toward the sun. At night time, with the moon light illuminating their wings, they look like ghosts or the embodiment of dreams manifested into a physical form. Before the caterpillars change, Edna sees them oscillating along the ground, their fuzzy bodies collecting stray particles of dust or dandelion fluff. She often befriends the fuzzy fellows, and feeds them morsels of food. Mostly, the caterpillars like eating muffins or pieces of fruit. One of her caterpillar friends, Thomas, didn't seem to take the same cue and his companions. While the other's built beautiful structures to metamorph in, Thomas continued with his usual caterpillar ways. No matter how much encouragement or pep talks Edna gave the little creature, Thomas refused to participate in building himself a cocoon. Edna thought it was because Thomas was lazy, but one day, she came across Thomas in the woods. The poor little guy was trying his darndest to build a cocoon but he only seemed to produce rubbish. He was surrounded by lumpy and lopsided failed-attempts at cocoons. Thomas wasn't lazy at all. His reluctance to transform was only due to his failure at the craft of cocoon building. Edna decided she would help poor Thomas by using her own skills as a crafts person. She bought the softest yarn she could find and set to work knitting Thomas his very own cocoon.


  While working on this picture, I picked a bouquet of flowers (well, weeds depending on how you look at it) on the way home from work to set on my table. Mysteriously overnight, one of the flowers dropped a weird liquid onto my picture, leaving a brownish ring in the tree where Thomas's knitted cocoon hangs. Maybe the flower thought she was helping me out?


Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Creatures Crossing Streets

    A day spent wandering the woods and along the shore is a good day indeed! Here are some photos I took recently while walking around a local park.















   I saw the coolest thing yesterday. I was in the car with David on an expedition to satiate our hunger with sandwiches. We got to an intersection when we saw something strange. A creature lumbering across the street. It was not a dog and not a cat. Usually when a mammal is spotted crossing a Seattle street and it is neither dog nor cat, it is a raccoon. But this creature was no raccoon. She was larger than a raccoon, wetter than a raccoon and browner then a raccoon. She was stout and walked with a waddle. And most noticeably she had a flat, paddle-like tail... a beaver tail! That's right, I saw a beaver crossing the street. It was awesome! 

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Albert and Vera Listen to the Fox as he Tells Ghost Stories


  The fox was always a story teller. While living in the woods, he would tell stories to the birds, stories to the bears, and stories to the wilting wildflowers. With his stories, he could bring things into existence. He once told a story about a brave and noble fox who went on grand adventures. Next thing he knew, that very fox existed. For a while they were friends, but it turns out they were too similar, and after days of fighting, they decided it would be better if they lived on separate sides of the forest. When the fox is hungry, he tells stories of ice cream sundaes and pot pie. When the fox is tired of clouds he tells stories of sunshine and when he longs for a breezy, rain-moistened day, he tells stories of storms.
   One day, the fox ran into Albert and Vera as they traversed through the very woods he inhabited. The two young people had the look of bright-eyed enthusiasm that always tickled the fox.
  "Hello folks!" The fox said just as Vera was climbing over a log in her way.
  "Oh, why hello there." Vera said as Albert nodded his head bearded head.
  "What brings you to the woods?" The fox asked.
  "Well!" Vera exclaimed, already eager to explain their mission. "Albert and I are ghost hunters. And these very woods are supposedly haunted! We don't care what all the nonbelievers think. We just know in our heart that ghosts must be true!"
  The fox had on good authority that ghosts indeed were not true and did not exist. But he hated to snuff the twinkles that glimmered in Vera and Albert's eyes. Instead he hatched a plan.
  "Come with me and I will show you some ghosts." The fox said.
  The fox brought Albert and Vera to the top of the hill, which was his favorite place to tell a story.
  "Gather around me." The fox said. It was how he begun many of his stories. "Let me tell you about the Old Wailer of Haunted Hill. In his life, he was a sea caption, in his death, he was a wailing ghost!"
  As the fox told story after story, the two eager ghost hunters watched in delight as they finally saw real life ghosts flutter around them like moths in the daylight.