And, of course, I don’t want to do any of them. Even though some of them are not hard. And some of them are fun. And some of them could be fun.
What the heck?
But, for now anyway, I think I will go to bed.
And, of course, I don’t want to do any of them. Even though some of them are not hard. And some of them are fun. And some of them could be fun.
What the heck?
But, for now anyway, I think I will go to bed.
My love, the illustrious Ron Davis, and I have been married for 23 years. We’ve never done an art weekend together, though both of us have done creative weekends separately.
This was a fun weekend and, while many of the photographs are of Ron as a photographer, he is so much more than that in my life. I am grateful for God’s gift of a shared life together with Ron.
Without further ado, Ron Davis:
And here is a gallery of pictures quintessentially Ron:
I’ve often argued that cave paintings were children’s work.
While not all are (or maybe not all are), some are.
Live Science has an article that says:
n fact, finger-painting tots were quite prolific 13,000 years ago in the Cave of a Hundred Mammoths in France, according to Cambridge archaeologist Jess Cooney, who presented her findings last week at a conference on the archaeology of childhood at Cambridge University. The main art form was finger flutings, decorative lines made by people running their fingers along cave walls.
“So far, we haven’t found anywhere that adults fluted without children,” Cooney said in a statement. “Some of the children’s flutings are high up on the walls and on the ceilings, so they must have been held up to make them or have been sitting on someone’s shoulders.”
I went on Sunday morning to the Guadalupe River to take some pictures. I didn’t walk far and it was incredibly gorgeous.