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Duck, Duck, Mockingbird

3/27/2017

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​"Wallace the Wooly Donkey" - pen and ink on paper, 16" x 12".  Ready to frame.  Available on etsy.

Is there anything quite as quirky and adorable as a mule?  This piece was begun during the art festival last weekend, and the last doodle is now dry.  While exploring cute donkeys online, I learned about the wooly variety.  Long, ropey dreadlocks and twisted beards and eyebrows.  Like a strange creature from an enchanted land.  

It was the perfect subject for doodled malarkey.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, it's been a week of hospitals, slumber parties and spring, as my dad works through some complication from dialysis, family and friends monkey pile at our house in support of the paterfamilias, and signs of spring erupt all around us.

​It's time again for pools of tadpoles, bales of turtles and baby ducks galore.  The ducks must know when my niece is in town, because they line up waiting for her to come out and feed them, then leap into the air at her arrival.  Tiny feathered cuties scurry between her feet, fearless and hungry.  

We went for a walk recently and came across a mockingbird on a low tree branch giving a concert.  So we stopped and listened, about six feet away from him, eye to eye.  To our delight, he just kept on singing, regaling us with song after song, including even the screech of a hawk.  We thought he might eventually run out of songs or fly away, but no, he was content to entertain us for as long as we stood there.  He provided our theme music as we walked off into the sunset.

Our neighbors have begun to close up their houses for the season and return north, as temperatures rise and days lengthen.  The art season will wind down over the next month, but there are still a few events ahead to entice folks outdoors.  This weekend will be my first ever outdoor festival with the Delray Artists League at Veterans Park on Saturday and Sunday. If you're free, come on out for a bit of malarkey.  It's just what the doctor ordered.

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Carol Edan link
3/31/2017 12:52:38 am

WOW!!! You call that a doodle? So many feasts for the eyes? Love his grin!!! I am so enjoying the book Clear Seeing Place, I will have to re-read for it to stick in my "senior" mind. So much down to earth stuff. It's like when you go to the Museum and after 2 hours your mind shuts down.

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jen
3/31/2017 08:17:12 am

ha ha! Carol, this is indeed a doodle. :) Your description of the book is PERFECT! It resonated with me immediately. I am savoring it, chapter by chapter. It's down to earthedness makes it seem easy and digestible and then the weighty stuff sets in and makes me catch my breath...overload is right!

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Dotty Seiter link
4/1/2017 10:49:14 am

Yikes. Evidently I fell asleep at the wheel—I'm just now seeing this new post. A donkey with dreadlocks!!!

When I see your doodled malarkey I feel (1) the instant zoned-in contentment of a pen in my hand, making mark after mark, and (2) a chuckle of delight as I fling a few drops of color onto the page!

All best wishes for your dad.

I look outdoors at the winter storm we've got going here: snow/sleet/rain/slush/now snow again, and picture you at your outdoor festival—enjoy!

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jen
4/1/2017 07:09:25 pm

Dotty! I love the magic of doodling...so happy to know you are a kindred spirit there!

Day one of the festival brought bright sunshine and 84 degrees, with a slight ocean breeze. Sending warm sunshine your way!!

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