The Human Head Container (Scavenger Page "H")

This is page H from my "I am a Scavenger" sketchbook for the Sketchbook Project that I participated in earlier this year. Which reminds me that I have some pages to finish, and that I'd meant to post the whole thing here page by page at some point....I'll get to that (in all my spare time).

Gorey Beetle 2011, #1

The first Gorey Beetle sighting of 2011; found under the Human Head Container by the archway. Now I guess I better explain about that Human Head Container, too, or the law might show up at the door with questions.

Little Abode

See this little hole, so carefully built and established? Look, it is smaller than the tip of my finger (that is my index finger in a green gardening glove in the photo below). Who lives in there??

Wolfi

In the bedroom last night. I am convinced that the wolf spiders, which are plentiful always but especially in the last couple of years, help keep the brown recluses away, for which I am extremely grateful.

I Type, and Hamilton is in Charge of the Mouse

Working at home beats the office any day.

At the C'Wood Coffeehouse II

Apple is greater than money? What does this mean?

At the C'Wood Coffeehouse

Outside Looking In

Sherbet Moth in the Kitchen Sink

Its actual color and vibrancy was somewhere between these two extremes....so hard to accurately portray these tiny shimmery beings.

Irises

Green Moth

These darker ones are with increased contrast—pretty, but the first two are more true to life.

Frogs

I discovered that there are frogs living in our hillbilly hot tub! (That's what we call the giant galvanized tub immobilized in concrete in our back yard.) Three of them, as of yesterday. Time to really turn it into a real pond now, I think...

Fritz and Womble

Underground, overground, Wombling free,
The Wombles of Wimbledon Common are we,
Making good use of the things that we find,
Things that the every day folk leave behind...

Loretta Retrospective, Part The End (For Now, Anyway)

The oldest photo of Lo that I could lay my hands on today....she is 2 or 3 years old here. Her stripes faded a lot by the end! The picture below is a paean to her brother Boris, who did not make it out of kittenhood.


In 1993 I lived on 51st Street in the bottom half a duplex owned by a sweet old couple named Ella & Gilbert Champion; my friend Cindy lived upstairs. Ella Champion's hair was peach-colored; her husband Gilbert once nearly had a heart attack removing the old hot-water heater from the upstairs apartment; and they didn't charge us very much rent, which may be why the bank eventually took the property away from them, which is how we ended up living there rent-free for a long time, until the bank figured out about us.

Down the street was a store called "Burning Books" (which incidentally was catty-corner from where my vet clinic was and still is, though now I live 30+ miles away) and one day someone had a batch of kittens there at the bookstore, hoping to find them homes. I actually got Boris first and a few days later went back to get him a companion; my other cats were all older and not enough fun. Hence Loretta! Of all my many cats back then, who knew that she would be the one to last so long and become so dear to my heart?

Sleeping Cat: Loretta Retrospective Part VI

Loretta Retrospective, Part V

Loretta Retrospective, Part IV

Lolaroid (Loretta Retrospective, Part III)

My Man and My Cat and Our Clementines, ca. 2004

Photos of Loretta May Be All We See for a While

Goodbye, Darling Lo

March 1993–March 2011

Cat's Nest

Fritz's happy place

In East Austin

You've Got a Point There, Loretta

The Glowing Hand Sees All

Snow & Winter Sky

Fritz the Intrepid