Saturday, February 8, 2020

Found Art Friday 299

Dear ones,
It feels more and more a version of Waiting for Godot.  Certainly the un-united state is not "Slouching towards Bethlehem", perhaps necessary mayhem.  But we do find this is interesting:
From our dear one in New Hampshire.  We think it seems exhausting to live through being the hosts of this early triage (our system is down).  Could you just write it on paper this time please.  Actual real handwriting messy.
We are interested in what could only be happening right this second.  And this candidacy is one of them things.  As is the technological grip.  Art Ranger is currently not orbitting in synch with any one of them.
Luckily, there is a friend's cat named Dennis of Kaz who is putting in thought bubble time about what to do about it
Plus we're made of colorful materials that will last until the comet arrives
One day in the neighborhood, as we walked the trail where one can see a cow or two, we saw this red ensemble approaching and thought to ourselves - uuugggghhh - As the gentleman ambled into closer view - it was instead this wry retort upon his noggin! Along with a fabulous attitude.  Oh thank you humans who are humane! You remain the most of us - Please.
Scarecrow yoga today at 4
 Here are your crops dear.  This takes space and water and sky and air and petroleum and plastic and people.  
We may be sharing the planet with zombies flapping about sucking up viewpoints like milkshakes on a teenage afternoon, or vampire bats that inject media into he bloodstreams. What is the right amount to inform ourselves without drowning?
a healthy dollop of clay
 getting traction    are we?

Art Ranger collects images and thoughts that catch your eye and your mind at the same time:

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