Playing with Aidan

My grandson spent the weekend with us this weekend. We had so much fun! We went to Chatfield Reservoir and he rode his bike on the trails and played on the shoreline; tossing rocks and sticks into the water. We also spent some time playing with watercolors. He created this wonderful page of color. I can't wait to add something to it; perhaps somethings we did together this weekend? Today, we went to the Pirate exhibit at the museum. Argh, matey!

Family History

This was a little "Journal Spilling" ala Donna Trout. Loved being able to write the family secrets and cover them back up with collage.LOL

Ride the Wind

First bike ride of the season. What a great day, weather was perfect and I had so much fun. Stopped and took some pictures for my next on line class "She had Three Hearts". I love to ride. My bike is so light is like riding the wind.

Little like a link of chain

This is another tune I like by Chris Smither.

I've been working on this for a few days. This is one of my favorite songs and it just needed to be put on the page.

Resist Worksheet

Trying out different resist techniques. Loved the Friskar applied to rubber stamp the best.

Memories

Aren't memories a funny thing? They are constantly pulling at your mind and heart. Some little thing will trigger them and before you know it, you are re-living a moment; sometimes the emotion; pain, happiness, silliness is as intense as the day it happened.

I am taking an online class with Laure Ferlita called Artful Journaling. Our 2nd assignment was drawing a watermelon. I started working on the assignment and was soon re-living a moment (or two, or three) of going to a Boy Scout function (didn't they have Blue/Gold Banquets??) with my brother and Dad. Always at these things, they sing songs that invlove some pantomine. I can see those Scout leaders singing "WATERMELON, WATERMELON, WATERMELON RIND" while pantomining eating across a watermelon slice like an old fashioned (but not at the time) typewriter. And at the end of the song, everyone SPITS OUT THE SEEDS with lots of noise and moisture, as only boys can do. Nice memory to accompany me while drawing. I miss my Dad.