Momma Fox and Her Kits

Whenever I take my dogs for a walk, at the state park down the road from my house, I get to spend some time watching a mother fox with her kits. I took these pictures this morning at about 5:30. The mother is the clump of red fur over on the left. The two kits are to the right of center. Really cool stuff. I get to watch the young ones pounce around playing and hunting close to the den, under mothers watchful eye. Mostly she watches me. I don't linger too long. I try not to bug them too much. My dogs have no clue. They all watch me as I walk away.

Here's another one of the two kits

Game Of Thrones: Ned Stark

I've been trying to teach myself how to "Paint" my pencil drawings with Photoshop Elements. Been working on this off and on for quite a while.

Monday...

In between sets of pull ups, with Duane Eddy cranking I stare angrily at the ground giving the upstairs two middle fingers raised high above my head.

Friday Night

I'm sitting here listening to Roy Clark's "I Never Picked Cotton" in the dark. Alone. Like Charton Heston in the Omega Man ( I always end up playing him in my mind). How does one get from Roy Clark to Charlton Heston?

A Meditation

A dumb little brown bird is making pretty sounds. Myriad of flittering insects landing here and there.  Rooster just ate an amazing little butterfly. The sun's beating its cosmic drum on my chest, filling me with Peace.  Our Robin swoops down on a killdeer and chases it away from her nest.  Drunkenly a moth crashes into a post. The Lorax is calling but I'm not in the mood.  A pig shaped cloud rolling by tips his hat to me. Empty coffee cup.

Living The Lorax

After a nice hike in a local state park early this morning, I'm heading out back with a fresh cup of coffee to work on my Lorax wood carving. The sun is shining. Hazah!

Need to Breathe

I scream in my head while I do pull ups. The walls of this planet seem to be closing in on me. No air. I need to get to the mountains so I can breathe again. Maybe now the time is right to make the necklace. "THE" bear claw has been resting in my medicine pouch for years. I've been afraid of doing anything with it. I wanted to make a necklace out of it when I received it but was afraid of offending the bear. Somehow I think it's OK now. Maybe I should dig a hole in my chest with it. I think I should take it to "Wilderness" and meditate on it. I need to run through the forest and let the branches tear at my skin. I'm dying here. A fish gasping for air.