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Ravens and Crows

Ravens and their close cousins the crows always seem to make their appearance around now. Black figures circling overhead. I not only see them lurking about in flocks but I hear them in the trees making their specific noises. Some just a cawing while the Fish Crow saws “uh huh” “uh huh”. Audio for their calls can be found to the right of the descriptions on this All about birds site.

Ravens and crows were fellow blogger and artist Marissa’s inspiration for an artful mail piece she was making. Her Post here got me thinking as she had about the crows and ravens in mythology and lore. And I fell down the same rabbit, or raven, hole.

I went through a bit of exploration and research and managed to develop quite a fascination with ravens, sifting through poems such as Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘The Raven‘, folklore, fairy-tales, fables–almost picked Aesop’s The Crow and the Pitcher–so it isn’t too surprising that I went with this pair in the end … In Norse mythology, Huginn (from Old Norse “thought”) and Muninn (Old Norse “memory” or “mind”) are a pair of ravens that fly all over the world of Midgard, and bring information and news back to the god Odin. Flying messengers. Perfect. – – From Marissa’s Floating Lemons Blog -

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So here’s all the fun pictures and artwork from Pinterest with the Raven and Crow theme that I found intriguing.

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crow country by sarah jarrod from

Crow Country by Sarah Jarrod

child inside crow from

Raven by Audrey Niffenegger, the author of the Time Traveler’s Wife

ravens and beards from

Beards and Ravens!!!!

crows and leaves from

Fine Art Prints by Carolyn Doe

crow and sun from

The Naga, the Sun, and the Crow (based on a tale from Burma)

red winged blackbird from

Unsure what this is but I really really like it.

crows from her head from

Entitled A Feast For Crows, the pinner had this to say underneath.

“I blinked in dismay as her hair… or should I say crows, as they flew from her head. So I hadn’t been going bonkers, her hair was made of sleek feathers.”

prey by peter james field from

Prey by Peter James Field

poems of Poe from

poe poem from

girl and bird from

Koseatra seems to be a Polish corset maker.

bird and flower by Unity Coombs from

Bird and flower by Unity Coombs

hitchcock and a raven from

Hitchcock and a raven

poe illustration from

Poe book art

grafitti from

Graffiti street art

you'll follow the crows for it from

An Irish expression, “Youll follow the Crows for it” meant that a person would miss something after it was gone.

anatomy of a crow from

Jonelle Johnson Yearn for Words from

Yearn For Words by artist Jonelle Johnson Yearn

the elms vintage robert frost from

What fun this was. Hope you enjoyed it too. More Pinterest madness for the Halloween Holiday fun to come.

Fantasyland Revisited

This is the exact post that I ran a year ago to the day when I was doing 31 days straight of posts the first time.

I like these weird pictures that much still.

From another computer perusal, this from Pinterest, I fell across this page called Living in Fantasyland. Pinterest is a place where people curate their own picture collections. Their eye and their interests draw them to repeat what they like. So you get a certain feeling from a person’s collection. And lemme tell you, this page is whacked. Love it. I thought showing you some of the images  would be a great Halloween warm up.



Vintage weird.



Anyone see M. Night Shyamalan’s The Village?



Gothic disaster.


Love the use of Barbie heads as hair adornment.


Horns/antlers have been popular for a while.

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The recurring use of them on the human head is odd and unsettling.



Fantasyland cat is pretty cool.



Mirror, mirror in the wood. Could you tell me if I should.




The last piece is a photo collage. Of course I love it.

Hope you’ve enjoyed this curated weirdness.

I rather enjoyed assembling it.

Last days of 31 days are upon me.

(Then and now)

First you get to see my kid’s costumes from as many years as I could find pictures.

And Mark and my only costumes together. And there’s the Gi Jane costume.

Halloween week begins. Until it ends.


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So busy these pasts couple days working to actually feel like I’m making progress. Going to do this and finding I still have to take care of that. I cleaned up the craft room so that I could start another project only to find the un-ironed clothing from months ago sitting there with cat hair on them. So many layers of leftover work.

There are boxes and piles of papers and cards and photos and art supplies here and there. Leftovers from people I was and people I thought I might be. Layers of clutter and indecision. Consideration and indecision are my masters. And I am left in the chaos in between.

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As every purposeful task seems to hinge on a previously undone one. As I stumble on another layer, a wadded up incomplete project in a shelf corner, half of me wants to be OK with, “Oh but you had a baby”. But the other part wants to cry “BS”. There’s a pattern of sabotage here.

So I pulled out that ironing and began to iron only to find that at least four shirts had spots on them. Back downstairs they went to be treated. My hard work recently to shed a few pounds worked and I was cheered to try on clothing and begin the fall wardrobe change over. But that could and would have been easily thwarted with that feeling of being bloated and bulge. It seems I missed out on wearing lots of my clothing because I gave up on myself at a certain point. I can’t wear this and that dwindled my wardrobe down to a handful of OK pieces. I am going to say that shut down of possibilities happens in other areas as well.

Out the barn door on layers on

I think there’s a system of abundance and creativity that gives over to doubt and forgetfulness. I never see what I’ve accomplished. I don’t follow through completely and keep on task. I am made of layers of doubt and resentment and shame. And it’s everywhere. It’s on my body and in my closets and in my head. I’m listening harder to the reasons and excuses I come up with when I touch something or don’t touch something. And “I don’t know how to” and “ later” are two give-aways that this is the manifestation of my stuck and dealing with this particular thing is exactly what I need to be doing.

Photo Challenges

With all the photo challenges on Instagram, I have a tough time keeping track of where they’ve all been shared and seen. Not so Virgo-y of me but whatever. So I thought, before I forgot, I should share some of my favorites from this past month. I had a family themed/inspired challenge back to back with a fall colors one which ended today. I bet you can guess which is which.
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Selfie on

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tickles on

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She's ready for her close up on

Halloween blue on

The Shore’s Farmlands

There’s a lot of farmland here on Maryland’s Eastern Shore (we are a state divided by a Bay ergo Eastern and Western). The climate allows for abundant and beautiful produce for its growing seasons.The Giant Sprinkler Beast Eastern Shore farmland on

The Shore’s money was made in a canning industry boom in the early part of the 20th century.  I enjoy watching the farmers in action during the harvesting seasons and the way the fields and farmlands change character with the different crops.ThA barn on Eastern Shore farmland on

 Eastern Shore farmland on And being able to see over these distances makes you feel expansive inside. As if you can sprawl out into the space and you belong to it and it to you. I grew up in a city and I was used to the claustrophobic anxious jumbled up sprawl that is a city. Plenty to keep your brain busy and your senses piqued.

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 Eastern Shore farmland on

 Eastern Shore farmland on

But once I moved here, although I don’t much like the flatness of it all, I began to appreciate the quiet peacefulness. A sense of returning to the old and honest days, the ways of yore. Grain silo on Eastern Shore farmland on

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A great place to raise children to be sure. As long as you keep them occupied and involved in their life’s interests, away from the TV, and don’t allow them on ATVs. Dangerous those. This is a place where’s there’s one traffic light between me and civilization. Traffic light on Eastern Shore on

And sometimes I traverse that road once in a week if at all. It’s the Denton/Easton road to the locals. And all but three of these pictures were taken on my journey to drop off my daughter at her Grammy’s house. Story of my day and my life, thanks for reading.

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