Artful Thinking

I should apologize, I am so wiggy that I have not been able to stop by here this week. It's spring affected disorder and there are too many stories in my head at once to make sense of anything. The bear mauling that made national news took up a few days of chasing down what happened, and we still don't really know, which is odd. (The University of Alaska Southeast Prof. is recovering in an Anchorage hospital and word is he will be okay.) The worry is that there may be a rogue sow and cub in the area, but I trust that if that were the case, we would know. The guess is that he ran or skied into the bears as they emerged from a den. I saw my first two bears of the season on the Chilkat River across from the house yesterday. The hooligan are running and my new neighbor caught about 40 and fileted them before cooking, which is a real art --like fileting a sardine.

Yesterday on the radio, I heard about a study done at Brown, which found that humans don't sleep well the first night  in an unfamiliar room or tent or whatever because only half the brain rests. The right, artistic side. The left-- logical brain stays alert since there could be danger. Lately my left brain has been napping. I'm running on my spring brain-- which is all visual and all over the place. (Thank goodness no one died and I had a week off from obituaries after a long hard run the past few weeks with Gordon, Aaron, and John and Erma Schnabel.)

Here's  bit of what's been going on-- in a kind of random artistic brain post card, from an afternoon after school with my granddaughter to the backyard--

School art, a favorite mosaic by John and Sharon Svenson.

Art opportunities.

Sidewalk art.

Performance art.

The art of a deal with Poppy for a treat (or two).

Coop art.

God's art.

House art. Jim Heaton carved it this winter. (Can you see the dog with a ball?)


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