Sweet Tiny Surprises

Been having some below zero weather lots lately, it's easy to go stir crazy at times so we keep busy.  Yesterday, we did manage to get to our favorite neighborhood thrift store and pick up a few things. 

Iris is chilling up above in our cold car heading out.  Extra bundled up!

Down below are the after photos of our bevy of treasures.  Also picked up a few new plants, which are very desired by me for greenery and morale. 

Thanks for looking and take care! 

The Voice in the Snow

above image:  parkman's travel tales 1849 (a young man spitting a bullet into the barrel to load his rifle.) remington art.

Today the snow was floating down like crazy.  I even went outside to film it a couple of times.
I watched a few victorian/ pagan inspired music videos then I really started feeling the supernatural powers of the snow, I think I even saw a spirit out there!  Just sayin'.


'Telluric'

There is a voice in that snow, the wind did show.
But what does it want to inform me?

Blow and come to life in the trees the water can do,
even when white and temporal and frighteningly new.
The wind raced down the street as five gusty silhouettes then one raced toward me
and stilled my regrets.
Like a spirit bullet it did look,
giant and startling.
 They want me to bring a strength quiet and delicate as the jewels of the prarie dance.
Whispering ghosts brought on by nature itself.
The snow and I are of the same boundaries.
And all the humankind of the ages grow with the
seasons fine veils.
Bending like tall field grass.
Changing states like water.
   

ioway artifact, female figure vessel.

image above, pencil ledger drawing:  Mr. Growing Thunder

another native american pencil drawing

ioway indian

Soft Focus

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images via the interwebs.  some buffalo illustrations.

white buffalo woman, a buffalo prarie hunt and buffalo child.