After listening to what was happening in the political realm this morning, I could not help seeing the comparison between our President and these beautiful birds. See what you think as you view these rare shots!! They were too good to pass up!
After all these years of evolving, the male apparently still has not learned how to successfully communicate with the female!
He is often weak in his approach and then has to be dominate in order to feel good about himself. Past cultural norms have only reinforced this attitude.
When confrontation occurs his first reaction is often defensive, trying to protect his fragile ego! He does not handle criticism very well.
It does not take long for tempers to flare. Accusations fly and everything is up in the air!
He is not happy until he has won the argument and totally humiliated his opponent. For some reason he can't seem to let it rest and at times it spills out into the street!
Too bad he can seem to learn from strong self-confident females how to live, work, and share. No need to feel threatened. Simply accept one another's differences and enjoy each other's company. She had no trouble sharing the feeder with the finches and sparrows.
Amazing what we can learn from the birds. These birds came to my feeder this morning. I am guessing that the cardinals are both immature (no pun intended) the colors are not fully developed. The female house finch just wanted to share the feeder in peace, but the male Cardinal would have none of that! He had to be king and run her off. I think he was quite surprised to see such a little bird stand her ground. It was a rare and wonderful site to see! Enjoy!!
This is a photos essay of a sunflower. I took these shots today with the morning sunshine lighting up its face. Green leaves and petals accent the flower, while the seeds form fantastic patterns across the face. This is one of God's most beautiful creations. I hope you enjoy my photos. I call it poetic patterns. This sunflower was a volunteer that grew in my back yard. Enjoy!
If you are like me, you despise seeing all the drug commercials every time you turn on the TV. It seems like they are churning out a new drug every week. If you listen to the side-effects listed at the end, you wonder why anyone in their right mind would even think of taking it. We are so drug oriented that we have now labeled every little thing in our society, that is out of the norm, as an illness, which in turn needs a drug to help control or cure it! What are we thinking. While the pharmaceutical companies and Vitamin Companies get rich we get hooked!!! Just ask your doctor if this is right for you …and for him!
What's the difference between a wiener roast and a hot dog roast? None!! My sister and second brothers were older than me. When I was ten or eleven, they were in the youth group at our church. My father was the pastor, so we had a lot of activities at our house. We often had what we called a wiener roast which included a bon-fire and lots of hot dogs and fixings. I was only ten or eleven, so I was too young to participate in games and activities, but I did get in on the eating. My father built a long eight foot wooden table from left over three inch tongue and grooved porch flooring. The hotdogs, ketchup, mustard, onions , napkins and Kool-Aid drink cups were spread across the top. When the fire burned down we roasted our wieners on the hot coals. They were wonderful.
Today I worked on art instead of writing. My friend Bob buys and sell stamps. He has big tubs of stamps that he goes through looking for that special stamp that will bring more than just a few cents. He is a good friend and we spend a lot of time solving the world's problems down under the trees!
I asked for some of his throw-away stamps, that don't measure up to his keen eye. I wanted to do a mixed media project. The piece above is 12 x 16. I think of a theme, paint in the background with acrylics, and then add the stamps. I use clip art from the Webb and then add in the stamps around it gluing them on one at a time.
I used the Eiffel Tower as my first project that I worked on last week. I called it "Write Me From Paris." It has stamps on it from all over the world.
Today I decided to do a tribute to New York City and the Twin Towers that were destroyed by terrorists on 9-11. I think I will call this one "Remember When I Wrote You from New York?" I used clip-art from the Webb and added color to the buildings with acrylic paints. The stamps in this piece are all from the USA.
Perhaps there is poetry in stamp art as well!! What do you think?
Remember When I Wrote You From New York?
A clean car was a priority for my father, even though we lived on a dusty dirt road. Since we did not own our house, the car was the only major possession we acquired. Therefore having a clean car became an extension of himself. We loved to help wash the car feeling the soapy water running between our toes. The photo above is a picture of me in 1953 when I was six years old. My sister is up on the bumper of our 1951 Chevy, scrubbing, and my father is on the far side. I had the job of pumping the buckets full at our outside pump. As a result, we all acquired the need for clean cars as we got older .
Children love getting boxes of candy. Each Christmas, when I was young, our church had a Christmas program where the Sunday School Children were given parts we called "pieces" to recite. Christmas Carols were sung and sometimes they dressed up in house coats for acting out the parts of Mary and Joseph and the Wise Men and Shepherds. At the end of the service my father would pass out boxes of chocolates along with an Apple and a big Navel Orange to each person. The candy boxes were put together by our family a few days before. It is a very special Christmas memory.