It gets better...

Ha ha, I found some of my like first or kindergarten age art after doing my I remember post. Come laugh with me  at my horrible old old art. 

In remembrance

I remember when everyone was my friend. 

And that people only got sad, and nothing was really bad.

I remember when I was too small to reach up to the sink.

I remember thinking about how I couldn't wait till I got tall enough to reach it.

I remember the day when I wished I was shorter so that I wouldn't have to bend so low to reach the sink.

I remember when me and my friends could make magic potions from the flowers in my moms garden 

and we fought villains and built villages.

I remember we didn't pretend, we did explore caves and landed on stars all in my backyard.

I remember that my older brothers and my parents couldn't see all those things, and that there was something wrong with their eyes.

I remember the day when I couldn't see the rocket ships or flashing of swords any more.

I remember watching my brother play Ocarina of time, and the snow was falling.

I remember when we got our new dog.

I remember when that kite was trying to kill one of my brothers.

I remember playing night games.

I remember making bow and arrows from the willow tree.

I remember when the willow tree split in half in a storm. I cried that day for that willow tree.

  

Found in Paris

It was breath taking, the sights the sounds. Paris, I was here at last.
It took a while realize that I was really there. Each breath was foreign, but new. That was the first day in Paris.

It wasn't the Eiffel Tower or the other landmarks that I had come to see, no, it was to be in the small shops and the cafes. I don't drink coffee, but I do soak in the Paris sunshine.

Its suppose to be the same sun in the place I lived in, but the light that shines in Paris makes everything easier to see the truth of life and things.

Paris was everything I hoped it would be, I hope that Paris wasn't too disappointed that I had to get a few touristy pictures along the way.

I want to stay in Paris forever... and maybe I will. With My notebook and sketch book in a little cafe every morning at seven thirty, where I'm happy to wake up. To wake up in Paris.      

Trees

Here's some more art!

(You can tell I really like trees....)

I ain't no spelling wiz

People I have a confession to make.

I suck at spelling. Horribly.
It's been one of those things that I've always struggled with, and it embarrasses the heck out of me.
It's super sad when I can't even get spell checker to understand what I'm writing. (Sometimes I have to write another word then pull down the little synonyms bar to find the word I've been trying, for like 15 minutes to write.)

Is it because we now have technology to save us from our neglect of spelling?
Is bad spelling going to grow into a pandemic because the computers can do it for us?
Maybe spelling will die out like cursive did. (Learned it in like, 2nd grade... never used it again...)
I mean most people write like they text.
LOL.    

Poem wizards

Man I was reading some of the poems that Mr. Nelson put a link to and I have to agree with him. On turning ten by Billy Collins was by far the best.

That poem is totally amazing! How the words work together to make such a beautiful poem. Wish I had that talent, or at lest Billy Collins style!

My favorite line is
"... A kind of measles of the spirit, a mumps of psyche, a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul..."
This line is perfect, nails the mood right on the head.
 

Finished

 front

 side

My carving project is done!

Yay!