Saturday, December 18, 2010

SnowBunny




SnowBunny's in quite the hurry;
cross-country skis in a flurry.
Getting exhausted,
extremities frosted,
determined to get there, don't worry.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Rats






Rats can't throw up, that's why rat poison works.

Rats don't really need to throw up anyway. Their digestive systems are powerful enough to process what would normally be dangerous materials, and their heightened senses of smell and taste keep them from consuming anything that they can't digest. from answers.com

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

What Happened To Inger Johanne

"What Happened To Inger Johanne" by Dikken Zwilgmeyer* published in 1919; released by Project Gutenberg. My illustrations, done for no other reason than that I wanted to.

We live in a little town on the sea-coast. It is much more fun to live in a little town than a big one, for then you know every one of the boys and girls, and there are many more good places to play in; and all the sea besides. Oh, yes! I know very well that there are lots of small towns that do not lie by the sea. They must be horrid!
Think how we have the great ocean thundering in against the shore, wave after wave. Oh, it is delightful! Any one who has not seen that has missed a really beautiful sight. It is beautiful both in summer and winter; but I do believe it is most beautiful and wonderful in the time of the autumn storms. Go up on the hilltop some day in autumn, where the big beacon is, and look out over the sea! You have to hold on to your hat, hold on to your clothes, hold on to your body itself, almost. Whew-ew! the wind! How it blows! How it blows! And the whole ocean looks as if it were astir from the very bottom. Big black billows with broad white crests of foam come rolling, rolling, rolling in–one wave does not wait for the other. And how they break over the islands out where the lighthouse is! The lighthouse stands like a tall white ghost against the dark sea and the dark sky;--sinks behind an enormous wave, rises again, sinks and rises again. How swiftly the clouds fly! How the ocean seethes and roars! We hear it all over town, sobbing, roaring, thundering!

• • •

There are four brothers and sisters of us at home, and as I am the eldest, it is natural that I should describe myself first. I am very tall and slim (Mother calls it "long and lanky"); and, sad to say, I have very large hands and very large feet. "My, what big feet!" our horrid old shoemaker always says when he measures me for a pair of new shoes. I feel like punching his tousled head for him as he kneels there taking my measure; for he has said that so often now that I am sick and tired of it.

My hair is in two long brown braids down my back. That is well enough, but my nose is too broad, I think; so sometimes when I sit and study I put a doll's clothespin on it to make it smaller; but when I take the clothespin off, my nose springs right out again; so there is no help for it, probably.

Why people say such a thing is a puzzle; but they all, especially the boys, do say that I am so self-important. I say I am not—not in the least—and I must surely know best about myself, now that I am as old as I am. But I ask you girls whether it is pleasant to have boys pull your braids, or call you "Ginger," or to have them stand and whistle and give cat-calls down by the garden wall, when they want you to come out. I have said that they must once for all understand that my braids must be let alone, that I will not be whistled for in that manner, and that I will come out when I am ready and not before. And then they call me self-important!

After me comes Karsten. He has a large, fair face, light hair, and big sticking-out ears. It is a shame to tease any one, but I do love to tease Karsten, for he gets so excited that he flushes scarlet out to the tips of his ears and looks awfully funny! Then he runs after me—which is, of course, just what I want—and if he catches me, gives me one or two good whacks; but usually we are the best of friends. Karsten likes to talk about wonderfully strong men and how much they can lift on their little finger with their arm stretched out; and he is great at exaggeration. People say I exaggerate and add a sauce to everything, but they ought to hear Karsten! Anyway, I don't exaggerate,—I only have a lively imagination.
After Karsten there is a skip of five years; then comes Olaug, who is still so little that she goes to a "baby school" to learn her letters, and the Catechism.

After Olaug comes Karl, but he is only a little midget.

He thinks he can reach the moon if he stands on a chair by the window and stretches his arms away up high. He is perfectly wild to get hold of the moon because he thinks it would roll about so beautifully on the floor.

• • •

The afternoon before we were to set out I went down back of our wood-shed, where all the boys and girls that I go with generally come every afternoon. It was hot enough to roast you and awfully dry and dusty; but I took my new umbrella down with me all the same. It wasn't really silk, but I had wound it and fastened it so tightly together that it looked just as slender and delicate as a real silk one. I wouldn't play ball with the rest of them. I just stood and swung my umbrella about.

"Have you got a new umbrella?" said Karen. "Is it a silk one?" asked Netta. "You've got eyes in your head," I answered. And so they all thought it was a silk one. I couldn't play ball with them, I said, because I had to go in and pack. Now that wasn't true at all, for I knew well enough that Mother had done all the packing; but it sounded so off-hand and important. They all teased me to stay down with them for a while, but no indeed, far from it. "I have too much to do. I start to-morrow morning early. Good-bye."

"Good-bye and a happy journey," shouted the company.

• • •

As we went down the hill, the stones under the elm-trees were still all moist with dew. Oh! how quiet it was out-of-doors! Suddenly away down in the town a cock crew. Everything seemed very strange.

Karsten and I ran ahead and Ingeborg, the maid, came struggling after us with our big green tine. Suddenly a desperate anxiety came over me. Suppose the steamboat should go off and leave us! Then how we ran! We left Ingeborg and the tine and everything else behind. When we turned round the corner into the market square, the sun streamed straight into our eyes and there by the custom-house wharf lay the steamboat, with steam up and sacks of meal being put on board. Karsten and I dashed across the square. Pshaw! we were in plenty of time. There wasn't a single passenger aboard yet. It is a little steamboat, you know, that only goes from our town over to Arendal.

• • •

Right below our old house on the hillside stands the church. It is a little wooden church, white-painted and low, with irregular windows, one low and another high, over the whole church. The doors are low and even the tower is low; the spire scarcely reaches up over the big maple-trees, as we can see from our windows. But then the maple-trees are tremendously big.

Every one in town says that the bells in our church tower are remarkable. They are considered unusually musical, and I think they are, too; and nothing could be more fun than to stand up in the tower when those great bells are being rung!

It is awfully thrilling—exactly as if your ear-drums would be split. When you put your fingers in your ears, draw them quickly out, stuff them in again—it is like a roaring ocean of sound. You should just hear it!

• • •

It was little brother Karl who was with me. We children were going to have a blueberry party—that was the beginning of the whole thing. Immediately after breakfast I flew to the forest, for I knew a place where I wanted to pick berries all by myself. Just as I was climbing over the fence of the home hill-pasture, Karl saw me and called out, "I want to go with you—it's mean of you—oh! oh! to run away from me—I want to go too." He made such a hullabaloo with his screaming that I had to stop and wait for him. But one ought never in the world to humor screeching children, for no good comes of it. Yes, when I have children, I shall be awfully strict and decided with them.

It was cool there in the forest. The sunshine came in only in golden stripes and spots. Never in my life have I seen so many blueberries and such high blueberry bushes as we found that day. I picked and picked. Meanwhile Karl ate and ate, till he was nothing but one big blueberry stain,—he smeared himself so with the juice.


If you have never been in a great forest, you cannot possibly imagine anything so bewildering. Trees and trees and trees in every direction and nothing else; no clear space, no opening anywhere. But even yet I wasn't a bit afraid. The sunshine was bright, the forest air fragrant and I had three quarts of blueberries in my basket—three quarts at the very least. But Karl was heavy to drag along and my berry basket weighed down my other arm, and there was no end to the trees.

* This is not the entire story! I simply chose bits of it to illustrate and since I am using the pictures for cards, I wanted a lot of landscape. I am aware that the children are always clothed in the same clothes. That's for my own sense of continuity. The entire book, already delightfully illustrated, can be found here:

http://www.gutenberg.org/files/32502/32502-h/32502-h.htm

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Designs for Make A Splash - READ!



Designing t-shirts for librarians (and staff) is NOT my favorite thing. People are very opinionated about what they will wear. So the entire project usually begins with color restrictions, etc. I've never considered myself a "logo" designer but more of an illustrative artist ... so my t-shirts have you basically wearing a poster. For the past several years, I have been using the stock CD of supplied art for each summer reading theme. But not this year! The supplied art was dull and I was encouraged to give it a go. The result: One splashy t-shirt!

It reminds me of all the summers spent on the bottom of the community pool with a big teen-age boy's foot unwittingly holding me down. Ah! Fun!

And below we have both sides of the reading log. This is such a fun theme and I'm glad that the supplied art was crap so I get to do my own!

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Happy Easter



Happy Easter from Northern California!

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Pirate Day



Various images from over the years ... nothing more fun to draw than PIRATES!

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Read Tom Sawyer To A Dog



I like the simplicity of this design. Even though Becky Thatcher didn't get much "screen time" in the book, I wanted her to be prominent in the design so little girls would feel included. (Click to see larger.)

Friday, February 19, 2010

'Gators Do What They Do



If you stick your big toe
down in the swamp
next thing you know
'gator takes a chomp

If you try to be bold
and poke your pinky in
to test the water's cold
'gator gets you a-gin

If you wanna take a swim
though you know you oughtn't to
'gator thinks on a whim
you'll make a nice stew!

Friday, January 29, 2010

icuriouser and icuriouser


iwish ... iwant ... iread ... idraw ... ilove ... i really want an ipad!!

However, I have thought more about this and am not sure if the size is right for me. My ipod touch is so tiny and convenient. When I was little, I used to imagine owning a Dick Tracy type of wristwatch on which I could watch TV, read, communicate... it seems that what I already own might fit the bill aptly for me! I admire Apple whose innovations are then "copied" and I respect Steve Jobs' wonderful design sense. So I hope that the ipad has a niche; I just don't think it's with me.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Dancing Sisters


PLEASE ENJOY BUT DON'T LIFT MY WORK. THANK YOU.

When I was in high school I danced the Temptation Walk...

as you can see ...


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My oldest sister did the Jerk.

Dad would roll his eyes but I appreciated the groundbreaking factor.

She had a mean wrist flick ...

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My second oldest sister won a Mashed Potatoes Contest.

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You can imagine the news that was in my house.





My younger sister's agility manifested itself in gymnastics ...

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She could curl her toes completely under her feet and still walk.

She could shimmy up a 50 foot flagpole.
I am ashamed to admit that her sisters encouraged this behavior
for the amusement of our friends.