GRASSHOPPER WHISPERER

 

 

(crow fodder!)

All was lost...

 

...but the way in.

 

Dust

Dusty way
on a windless day.

Hovering


without memory


from whence it came.





Welcome to the exceptional prairie eve where the winds rest easy and your journey's story lends mystery to the calm.

IMAGINE

Think outside the BOX  broken bottle.

   Not to mention inside the broken bottle.


OUT WITH THE OLD,

AND IN WITH THE NEW!

 

 

(A certain proof might be adviseable to ensure sterility.)

 

 

Two Bit Bargain

50% off of this two bit treasure, yeah, AWESOME.

and the Kwickies are worth every penny

TWO BIT PERFECTION!

CROW finding her CALM...

With a little birdbrained effort,
Old crow finds some calm...

My alias.  Faux wisdom.

                                  My modus operandi,

                                                   (well, an upgrade, but not nearly as pretty).

    




Instagram: Keeps a crow in the muse all day long.

The Winged & The Webbed

With a certain trepidation the old crow entered Mr. Splatt's parlor...

a photo shoot was 'requested'.

.


yes,                                                   yes                           

you are...                        extraordinary.

and an acquiantance, (yes, less intimate than friendship), was made.



billabong

may you feel a mother's wrath...

once upon a time there was a mother with a fine young son.  well, as they are wont to do, the boy grew and changed.  the son turned into a teenager with some headstrong ideas about fashion.   he was fortunate enough to land a sufferable job tending to thousands of chickens.  said mother felt no small degree of compassion for the labours suffered to earn some disposable income for the pursuit of burgeoning fashion identity.  so what has the mother so agitated? 
branding
branding touches all our lives.   i admit, i don't want just any old uncle's burger, i want A&W's uncle burger.  if the girls are going to wear a dozen pairs of flip flops this summer i want to head to Old Navy.  and at the fine age of 52 i have given up the battle on price over brand for ketchup.
fashion branding
seems to have infiltrated the gray masses of our children, not to mention blowing out the light on individuality.  i resent that.
as a parent i have figured out when to pick my battles.  a teen spending excess money on a bob marley 'muscle' shirt rates low.  i even drove him to town for that one.  after all, there was a rumour afoot that the marley line was ending.  what?!  a shortage of 'supply'? 
so on a sunny happy laundry day i was less than pleased to pull this one out of the wash...

shall i zoom in?

do you see the source of my angst?

the weight of double branding has torn holes in his beloved overpriced

BILLABONG X BOB MARLEY

'muscle' shirt.

So,

back to a mother's wrath.

It is not mindless.

It has energy.

It is solution driven.

behold.

THE WRATH

goodbye billabong

and

surfs up

on affordable OOAK vintage.

 

(branding is bad.  double branding is off the charts wrong.)

HOLEY GRAIL

no spell check needed...

no words needed...



but perhaps

a cheer

      needed...        

...for the charming coincidence of mirrored looping from wired treasure to embellished bra strap.





OPEN AND SHUT

OPEN                                 

AND

SHUT

ROCKS ROCK.

Take

TAKE                                                                                    A   FRIEND.....

MAKE A FRIEND

BE A FRIEND

Only a "C" away....

CHARMED

.

 .

  .

   to

  .

 .

.

.

HARMED

only a 'C' lies between them.

I AM WHAT I YAM

CHEERS TO EARTH HOUR!

By all measures, it was a smashing success...





 

Courtesy of a sustainable friendship.

WINK WINK

YUM YUM!     

GRRRRR...

"Do Not Come Any Closer"

 

he growled.

but i did, i couldn't help it.

and what i saw...

charmed and chilled me.

         the stance of a hero                        with the eyes                                            of a cold calculated killer.