Art is Life is Art: Susan Reep Photo Art

Intuition

Creative Every Day, a blog I follow, has a monthly theme.  May’s theme is Intuition.  Intuition, da da dum; intuition, da da dum.  From Fiddler on the Roof - “Tradition.” Always a song.

Here’s what I have to say about that (intuition).  I’ve been taking care of three grandkids for a couple of days and two nights – ages 2, 4, and 6.  It doesn’t take intuition to realize you shouldn’t wait until you’re 63 to have kids.

I’m doing fine but I realize that much longer and I’ll collapse.  We have kept up quite a pace but it’s better to be busy with small kids than leave them with too much time.  Especially when you aren’t the mom and don’t have a regular schedule.  Don’t need intuition to know that either.

So last night, after I did my post, we had a quick but intense hailstorm.  We ran out to experience it but didn’t take the time for shoes.  Shiver me timbers; it was cold.

Jackson also enjoyed the hail.

Those poor little tulips, that withstood snow a few days ago, now had to withstand hail.

We came in and put on a movie, but  Cooper was so tired from no nap that I put her to bed.  She was just collapsing on the sofa.

Saturday

Dawn’s cold but clear on Saturday morn,

A walk is called for.

Flakes come out of nowhere, but so what?

We soldier on briskly, even the smallest one.

Still smiling, I’ve mastered the art of cell self-portraiture.

Returning home, bobbling bobble heads beckon,

The frenzy of flying paint is ferocious.

Do you think we used too much?

How do you control three little ones at once?

Gramser has to rest.

Gramser has batteries to recharge.

Gramser is glad she had kids early.

The precious innocence of little ones is heartbreaking.

Afternoon

Go out to play.  Cooper’s napping.

With the imagination of small ones,

Umbrellas start marching out of the closet

One by one.

Of course, an umbrella fort.

Will it be strong enough to withstand stalking beasts?

Jackson all of a sudden becomes Christopher Robin.

Except his umbrella’s pink, not yellow.

Didn’t Christopher Robin have a yellow umbrella?

Cooper’s up.  Time for another activity.

We decorate the first letters of our names.

Thank God, or someone, for Michael’s craft stores.

I forgot to buy an S for Susan.  That’s me.

No matter, I’ll make a journal page with feathers.

Hard to herd two bags of feathers.

I knew it would be hard.

Bought them anyway.

Somehow we got through dinner and baths.

Dessert and snacks.

Laundry and dishes.

Floors and toys.

I am done for the day.

New Journal Pages

Desperate to be creative,

I create journal pages from my finger painting.

I don’t even care what it means

Or if it means anything

Or if it’s good or bad.

I wanted to do something.

Today I used the rest of the finger painting.

Today I used feathers.

Hope is the thing with feathers.

So says Emily Dickinson.

I’ve journaled that before.

Tags: art journal, Creative Every Day, feathers, grandkids, Photography

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