Found Art Friday 278

Dear ones,
Today at The Department of Homeland Inspiration, while a lush Spring springs forth, we have stumbled upon our "found art" in the backyard, or a walkable radius of our home:

back yard blossoms palette:

purveyors of smell and renewal, nourishment of bees, beginnings of fruits and seeds

this appeals to us more than some of our "art" 

Clear broth, water trapped in stumps

Pretend you carved this woodcut

Oh - we get it now! Dear geese couples, after all these years, we see how your markings meander in the ripples as you move.  One honk and we are instantly back in our childhood neighborhood.

Shhhhh - Bird Who Paints Itself Shhhhh .... we believe has something in the oven, day in day out .....

A lone bone helps remind us to dance avidly and eat plants

May you have a stumble worthy week (as the unraveling continues) and we look forward to seeing the detritus from your eyes:  homelandinspiration@gmail.com

A gal's gotta dream ...

Found Art Friday 277

Dear ones,
As you may have experienced, your Art Ranger, despite her image-based practice, is prone to rants and riffs which occasionally hijack this here blog. Today, our dispatch from The Department of Homeland Inspiration is a build up of utterance from her own shocked and shocking mouth struggling to process, or release steam from her pressure cooker:

Our podcast for you brave ones:

Those little warning symbols denoting hazards to human health seem not sequestered in a lab, but spewing, leaking, roiling throughout our daily rollercoaster ride.

What is it about randomized squashed detritus that satisfies our quest to compose?

lone lady taking pictures of trash again

For others, it's dust that draws ....

Do we have less in our brains? Or, more? due to the 13,000 photos in our machine, cloud?

How are you holding up?

Please send evidence of your pocket of planet to homelandinspiration@gmail.com