Carrot Clarinet

my friend dave had this on his facebook page, i thought it was awesome so i'm sharing it with you!

The Irish Countryside

i have been loading my photos onto my computer and became soooooo inspired to create a piece of jewelry to take after this photo. i can't wait until i actually make it! (first i have to make a necklace earring set for my aunt sue)

Deer Slayer

So...I've been called a deer slayer. Not because I killed one with my totally sweet Diamond Compound Bow, but because I hit one with my car. So my hunting liscence did not come into play with this one, and I didn't get the experience I wanted to this year in hunting. I only got one big deductable to pay. Oh well, I am going to use this time to stay home and work on my jewelry and crocheting. fun.

crazy

Bowerbirds

Hey check out a band my friend just told me about!
http://www.myspace.com/bowerbirds

crazy time

I'm sorry I haven't been posting lately. Hey i'm curious. who here likes cat stevens music? let me know!

Monday's Journey

The chess-board is the world; the pieces are the phenomena of the universe; the rules of the game are what we call the Laws of Nature. The player on the other side is hidden from us. We know that his play is always fair, just and patient. But also we know, to our cost, that he never overlooks a mistake, or makes the smallest allowance for ignorance.

Thomas Huxley

thoreau

If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
- Thoreau, Henry David

how cool. my necklace was featured.

http://etsylounge.blogspot.com/2009/07/seed-pod.html

Monday's Journey on Tuesday

Alma Natura

These motions everywhere in nature must
surely be the circulations of God. The flowing sail,
the running stream, the waving tree, the roving
wind - whence else their infinite
health and freedom. I can see nothing so proper
and holy as unrelaxed play and frolic
in this bower God has built for us. The suspicion
of sin never comes to this thought.
Oh, if men felt this they would never build
temples even of marble or diamond, but it would
be sacrilege and prophane, but disport them
forever in this paradise.

Henry D. Thoreau On Man and Nature

Monday's Journey on Tuesday

Iris
Thou art the Iris, fair among the fairest,
Who, armed with golden rod
And winged with the celestial azure, bearest
The message of some God.

Thou art the Muse, who far from crowded cities
Hauntest the sylvan streams,
Playing on pipes of reed the artless ditties
That come to us as dreams.

O flower-de-luce, bloom on, and let the river
Linger to kiss thy feet!
O flower of song, bloom on, and make for ever
The world more fair and sweet.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1807-1882

Bluebird

Bluebird, originally uploaded by millipedebead.

...and a content Bluebird from Pokagon State Park on the Bluebird Hills trail.

Thrush?

Thrush?, originally uploaded by millipedebead.

Here is another cutie that I photographed at Pokagon State Park. He is a little blurry, but I still like it.

'Ahbini (morning) Necklace

'Ahbini (morning) Necklace, originally uploaded by millipedebead.

This is the first necklace I made with yarn. I love it.

Pileated Woodpecker (Dryocopus pileatus)

Pileated Woodpecker (Dryocopus pileatus), originally uploaded by millipedebead.

Yesterday I had the opportunity to watch this beautiful woodpecker fairly close-up. I had a blast!

Albino Deer Herd

Monday's Journey

I'd not give room for an Emperor-
I'd hold my road for a king.
To the Triple Crown I'd not bow down-
But this is a different thing.
I'll not fight with the Powers of Air-
Sentries pass him through!
Drawbridge let fall-He's the Lord of us all-
The Dreamer whose dream came true.

The Siege of the Fairies

Monday's Journey

The Night Will Never Stay

The night will never stay,
The night will still go by,
Though with a million stars
You pin it to the sky,
Though you bind it with the blowing wind
And buckle it with the moon.
The night will slip away
Like sorrow or a tune.

Eleanor Farjeon

Monday's Journey

I know it's now Tuesday, oh well.


The Indian Upon God

I passed along the water's edge below the humid trees,
My spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes round my knees,
My spirit rocked in sleep and sighs' and saw the moor fowl pace
All dripping on a grassy slope, and saw them cease to chase
Each other round in circles, and heard the eldest speak:
Who holds the world between His bell and made us strong or weak
Is and undying moor fowl, and He lives beyond the sky.
The rains are from His dripping wing, the moonbeams from his eye.
I passed a little further on and heard a lotus talk:
Who made the world and ruleth it, He hangeth on a stalk.
For I am in his image made, and all this tinkling tide
Is but a sliding drop on rain between His petals wide.
A little way within the gloom a roebuck raised his eyes
Brimful of starlight, and he said: The Stamper of the Skies,
He is a gentle roebuck; for how else, I pray, could He
Conceive a thing so sad and soft, a gentle thing like me?
I passed a little further on and heard a peacock say:
Who made this grass and made the worms and made my feathers gay,
He is a monstrous peacock, and he waveth all the night
His languid tail above us, lit with myriad spots of light.


William Butler Yeats

my new commitment...

I'm going to do "Monday's Journey" where I present some of my favorite poems, thoughts, and contemplations from myself and others. Once I get a new computer I will start to add pictures to these poems. I hope you enjoy them!

Otis is in heaven...

updated 2:46 p.m. ET, Tues., Feb. 10, 2009
SYDNEY - It was a heart-tugging scene borne by a chance encounter in the charred landscape of Australia's deadly wildfires: a koala sipping water from a bottle offered by a firefighter.

David Tree noticed the koala moving gingerly on scorched paws as his fire patrol passed. Clearly in pain, the animal stopped when it saw Tree.

"It was amazing, he turned around, sat on his bum and sort of looked at me with (a look) like, put me out of my misery," Tree told The Associated Press on Tuesday. "I yelled out for a bottle of water. I unscrewed the bottle, tipped it up on his lips and he just took it naturally.

"He kept reaching for the bottle, almost like a baby."

The team called animal-welfare officers to pick up the koala on Sunday, the day after deadly firestorms swept southern Victoria state.

"I love nature, and I've handled koalas before. They're not the friendliest things, but I wanted to help him," Tree said.

Slow-moving marsupials
Often mistakenly called koala bears because they resemble a child's teddy bear, the marsupial is actually a rather grumpy creature with a loud growl. It rarely comes down from the trees and doesn't like walking.

Koalas are especially vulnerable to wildfires because they move slowly on the ground.

The wildfires cut through parks and forests and sent countless wombats and other native species fleeing. One resident reported seeing kangaroos bouncing down the road with flames at their backs.

The fires also razed farmland, killing or panicking sheep and cattle. Television footage showed cows running down the main street of a smoke-filled town.

A count of the animals killed has not been made.

Tree said he found the koala in a burned-out forest near Mirboo North, about 90 miles east of Melbourne, Victoria's capital.

Koalas normally drink almost no water because they get almost all their fluids from the leaves they eat.

After the scorched koala sipped from the water bottle and Tree's crew moved on, animal welfare officials came by.

Koala recovering, has suitor
The koala, which turned out to be a female, was in pain but recovering with antibiotics, Jenny Shaw of the Mountain Ash Wildlife Shelter told Melbourne's The Herald Sun newspaper.

"She is lovely — very docile — and she has already got an admirer. A male koala keeps putting his arms around her," Shaw was quoted as saying. "It will be a long road to recovery, but she should be able to be released back into the wild in about five months."