Blob challenge



Acrylics, ink, oil pastels on paper.

This bird hatched from here.

Many faces of buddha

 These pictures were taken during our Santa Fe photoexploration.
The first and the third are photomontages with layers of textures added. The second one is just a photograph ( and, Carol, you were even not aroud when I took it, but it is so similar to your buddha).

Watch horizon for the white flag…

The Battle of Birds ended as a draw today. Carol graciously called a cease fire when I was about to host the white flag. Creative battles bring to focus all of our talents toward a specific subject and it is so much fun to see the results. It was nice that Carol called the cease fire because just as in the story, “The Mouse That Roared”, I’m still a creative mouse when compared to Carol’s super power.

I’m looking forward to our photo exploration of the Oregon coast in September. No doubt we will have many opportunities to test our creativity in side by side photo shoots. If you haven’t yet enrolled in one of Carol’s classes, put it on your short list for things to do.

The birds of Madrid

To follow the chain of events that resulted in the  creative war click here.

Well Carol, my guns are reloaded, here you go.
These are the birds I saw in Madrid, NM. They remind me of one of the assignments we had in your photomontage class.

Chimayo birds

Who knew that the peace dove will bring war?

But it's official - Carol L. and I started Bird Wars 2011.

Why?

Just for fun.

These are birds from a wooden carved door in one of Chimayo churches. Blue and black triangles are metal decor on the wall, dots, stripes and textures from here and there.

Birds of Santa Fe

These three photomontages are composed from photos taken in Santa Fe.

 Metal bird on the church gates in Chimayo combined with stars painted on a board found in Cerrillos and a sidewalk pattern in Santa Fe Farmers Market.

     These two doves were seen on the gate of an art gallery on Canyon road, together with floral pattern from a wooden cabinet they started to look like a lever mechanical toy.

     This one was inspired by Carol Leigh. We took the same picture in Santa Fe and she was the first to create a wonderful photomontage http://carolleigh.blogspot.com/2011/08/summery-color.html.

      I tried my best too. The bird and the tree are from two different murals, dark diamond pattern is from the chair upholstery in Santa Fe down town hotel. Oh, boy, getting these blues and pinks was mind twisting.

Historic Route 66

When the Interstate by-passes your town.

Route 66 conjures up images for all of us.  For some, it may be the TV show from the sixties.  Others it may be one of the many songs written about Route 66.  For us, like thousands of others, it is the photo opportunities to capture the stylistic signage from the golden days of motor travel. 

Much of Route 66 is gone but you can still find remnants in eastern New Mexico and the Texas panhandle. 

We had such a good time.  Sometimes we couldn’t drive a block without stopping to take more pictures.  Other times, we were so heat beat that we would hang our heads out the car window and snap a picture. 

The irony is sometimes you could hear the traffic noise from the Interstate while you are taking pictures of abandoned businesses on Route 66.  This is our homage to those wonderful business signs.

A story as long as the road was

We thought it would be fun to follow Historic route 66 for a bit as we left Santa Fe.  So on the appointed morning, we headed out using our GPS navigation system; we call “Mother.”  I have no idea what I was thinking as we left Santa Fe but we set out with much less than a full tank of gas. 

 Now, being a “man guy,” I couldn’t admit that I screwed up plus I was sure we would have plenty of gas to get to a gas station along the way.  So, I glanced at the fuel gauge, mother’s screen and that was just about the time Elena said, “Wow, this road is so straight, you can see this road all the way to the horizon.”  Followed by, “I don’t think there is another car on this road.”  You would think that a smart guy like me would at this point say, “Hey I messed up, we need to go back to Santa Fe and get some gas.”  After all, it was only 15 miles behind us.  But no, I check the fuel computer and it indicates we have 80 miles of fuel range.  Then the next big mistake, I hear myself saying, “ Honey, I should have gotten some gas before we left Santa Fe but I think we won’t have a problem getting to the next town.”

 Elena being a rational being asked the only rational question, “Where is the next town?”  My irrational answer was, “Hmmm I’m not sure…but I’m sure it is down this road.”  Elena looks at mother’s screen and pushes the scale button and all we saw was a white screen with a red line down the middle and our car indicated as a little tiny arrowhead at the very bottom of the screen. 

Okay, so you would think I would get a clue and turn the car around.  But we had gone another 15 miles and now I’m thinking we are past the point of no return and it would be better to press on.  So we have 65 miles of fuel and a road that runs to infinity…without another visible sign of civilization.

Now I’m thinking out loud, we have 3 bottles of water, a couple cans of Diet Coke, and a petrified French fry under the seat. 

 
40 miles of fuel left.  Before us, the horizon is tipping up…is it a hill or a mirage…is it 5 miles away or 50 miles.  I glance out of the side window and realize that vultures are gathering all along the route.  Why is that?  Every time we take a walk, they gracefully circle above me catching all the wind currents.  I guess it is a new definition of patience.  They know!  It’s just a matter of time.

25 miles of fuel left.  We are at the crest of the hill and there is another road.  That is when we learn that we a driving on “Yacht Club Drive.”  There is something supremely ironic about a highway department that would attach that name to this road.  I don’t think there is a body of water within miles. 

20 miles of fuel left.  We continue along Yacht Club Drive.  My life is literally flashing before my eyes.  All the times I have taken ridiculous risks and up to now, have always gotten away with it.     

15 miles of fuel left.  Is that a mirage, or is there a road sign ahead.  The fuel computer has stopped flashing “fuel low” and is now flashing “you’re an idiot.”  Now, we are approaching the sign, it reads, “Clines Corner 4 miles.”  Then in the distance, you see a tower.  Then I see, reflections, possibly the sun reflecting off of windshields or is this the bright light people talk about as part of the death experience.

  We pull into Cline’s Corner with 11 miles of gas in the tank.  Now, the reason I really think Elena is the most wonderful woman in the world.  She says, “Wow this is really interesting, let’s take some pictures.”  So, here are a few pictures of our special Oasis and the kickoff point of our Historic Hwy 66.  Also, a place where as I pump gas, I realize I am still the luckiest guy in the world…A wonderful wife and an accurate fuel computer.