Japanese garden with koi pond, originally uploaded by diahn.
Doesn’t this picture look like a wonderful place to sit and meditate? It was. I didn’t. It’s in the Birmingham Botanical Garden’s Japanese Gardens. Lovely…the cherry trees were in full bloom, along with camellias, red bud trees and the first dogwood flowers. I was here with my [...]
Archive for March, 2007
Restful
Posted in photos, rants on March 23, 2007 | 5 Comments »
EDM #110 Draw Something with Flames
Posted in EDM Challenges, hand*book journal on March 17, 2007 | 9 Comments »
As a nod to the car crazy men in my household…
Watercolor crayon in the 5.5×5.5″ hand*book journal. Really HATED how these worked on this paper!!
Spring is in the Air
Posted in adventures, photos on March 13, 2007 | 3 Comments »
Japanese Magnolia, originally uploaded by diahn.
I can smell it…can you?
I wandered around Fountain City today while the boys were in art class. I saw this sign and for some reason it struck me as funny. “Hair Executives” Do you go to business school for that, or to cosmetology school? I don’t know if I would [...]
Flying
Posted in Uncategorized on March 7, 2007 | 1 Comment »
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Flying, originally uploaded by diahn.
I’m SO ready for Spring. All these nice almost warmish days are tempting me to break out a pair of shorts and sit on my deck, but then I get [...]
Things to do while waiting on your kids…
Posted in hand*book journal, pencil on March 6, 2007 | 1 Comment »
I could have spent my hour and half reading the latest steamy novel or playing solitaire on my pocket pc, but instead, I broke out the hand*book journal and sketched what was around me. I promised J I would hang out in the art center while he and D had their first art class. J [...]
Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright…
Posted in acrylic ink, hand*book journal, poetry on March 3, 2007 | 6 Comments »
The TigerWilliam Blake. 1757–1827
TIGER, tiger, burning brightIn the forests of the night,What immortal hand or eyeCould frame thy fearful symmetry?In what distant deeps or skies 5Burnt the fire of thine eyes?On what wings dare he aspire?What the hand dare seize the fire?And what shoulder and what artCould twist the sinews of thy heart? 10And when [...]

