Friday, June 3, 2016

Found Art Friday 204

Dear Ones,
Having time for Breathing Lessons has been strange, but we must continue doing this:
Breathe long, breathe low, breathe slow as though each day may contain a potential opera in the diaphragm area
We are already so over the #hashtag already. 
Eschscholzia californica
We are not over California Poppies though, in fact, we can't get enough of them!!! 

We love the vigorous and uproarious way that poppies spread and take root in minor cracks
of organic matter.

Open Ground Studios, Seaside, California
Thou shalt covet thy neighbor's poppies.  Easily, they share themselves and just as easily they get eaten by gophers.  In rainy or parched years, they unabashedly prevail and bring about complete Art Ranger Admiration.   

Now, speaking of poppies and admiration, we have been enraptured by an old shoebox of photos this week:
There he is! Our Father Bob on Bike Trip (in Italy or France?) stops to paint Wild Poppies.

Gone now for twelve years,  he continues to inspire.  He tasted and tested and tried everything possible, living life with such gusto! - while always taking time to savor the flowers (or the whatevers). 

The Art Ranger may soon be on summer recess, but we hope you will join us in watching out for unexpected beauty:

Friday, May 20, 2016

Found Art Friday #203

Dear Ones,
We never used those hashtags before, now it just crept in the way all of a sudden people started piercing themselves in a lot more places.     What we're about here is Art or art that you did not set out to find: art that presented itself in a serendipitous moment or a mundane one, like where a fly might land.
Place on Abdomen during Breathing Lessons
Today we continue with the series: Moments in the World of Commerce:
Sing the Song of Seeing Double. Souls for sale. Sale on Souls. Sail on too.
 Never tuned in to the Pope vs Johnny Carson slight resembling until a recent trip to the pharmacy.

Pope John Paul seems soooo last century, whereas Johnny Carson is still the formula, he's still got it. We laugh tonight with guys behind desks wearing ties with mugs bearing their names. Besides Samantha Bee.
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This is the Art Ranger's neighborhood. It's actually where's she's at: we are obliged to bow in gratitude and to share the bovine backdrop moment:
Rusty the Cow's backscratcher - we feel a sculpture coming on
We're by a pond - filled with water for the first time in four years.  End of April, we observed at least twenty ducklings, unphotograb able.  By now there are maybe 13 of them left.
Found in Room of Offspring.

Gosh, love how the nest is drawn. Just some hashtag hashtag hashtags. Here at The Department of Homeland Inspiration, we thrive on your presence on your point of the planet. Please do send us something you noticed for a little longer than the next thing: