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2024 er dragens år
2024 er dragens år
MotherOwl's Musings ~ Uglemors mærkværdigheder
Blogger is again banishing old comments to spam-limbo. I'll get them out!
It seems Blogger is also once agan deleting random comments here and elsewhere ... that's worse.
søndag den 31. december 2023
All the Colours of 2023
At first a disclaimer: I'm not going to keep up Colours of the Month in 2024. It did not work out as I thought it would. I would have liked to post at least a photo a month with the months' colour. It did not happen.
But a review of the monthly colours and some photos is still in order.
And after this trip through my year in colour, I am tempted to take up Colour24 anyway. The format would be a bit different in as far as I would only announce the colour on the first (or maybe second) Sunday of every month; together with a Sunday Selections using the colour. What do you say?
But a review of the monthly colours and some photos is still in order.
Månedernes farve ~ ~ Colour of the Months
January - Pine Green - an alternative view of our Christmas tree.
February - Signal White - the colour I did not use for my sweater
March - Salmon Range - dyeing with privet berries and thickseed flowers
April - Reseda Green - celebrating Easter and writing of ancestors
May - May Green - celebrating Common Prayer Day for the last time ever
June - Turquoise blue - sewing a new piano guardian
July - Golden Yellow - visiting the sand sculptures and meeting this golden beauty in the nearby harbour
August - Luminous Red - Seeing monsters in the weather graphs
September - Antique Pink - reminiscing about our stay in Germany
October - Dahlia Yellow - plant dyeing once again
November - Mint Green - complaining about the labelling of pick'n'mix candy
December - Fawn brown - Dead leaves still hanging on the tree at the place where I bought our Christmas tree.
And after this trip through my year in colour, I am tempted to take up Colour24 anyway. The format would be a bit different in as far as I would only announce the colour on the first (or maybe second) Sunday of every month; together with a Sunday Selections using the colour. What do you say?
lørdag den 30. december 2023
Tegnerier igen ~ Drawing Challenge Once Again
Jeg har fundet en ny tegneudfordring:
Tegn din dag
Brug et af disse stikort til at tegne noget fra din dag:
1. Hvor var jeg?
2. Hvad så jeg?
3. Hvad havde jeg på?
4. Hvad spiste eller drak jeg?
5. Hvem mødte jeg?
6. Hvad gjorde jeg?
7. Hvad brugte jeg?
8. Hvad købte jeg?
9. Hvad er nyt?
10. Hvad er gammelt?
11. Hvad kasserede jeg?
12. Hvad er det samme som hver dag?
13. Hvad var forskelligt i dag?
14. Hvad skete der - en tilfældig ting?
15. Hvad skete der - en fjollet ting?
16. Hvad vil jeg huske fra i dag?
Fra Artists Network. Jeg kombinerer det med en RNG for at beslutte, hvad jeg skal tegne i dag.
Tegn din dag
Brug et af disse stikort til at tegne noget fra din dag:
1. Hvor var jeg?
2. Hvad så jeg?
3. Hvad havde jeg på?
4. Hvad spiste eller drak jeg?
5. Hvem mødte jeg?
6. Hvad gjorde jeg?
7. Hvad brugte jeg?
8. Hvad købte jeg?
9. Hvad er nyt?
10. Hvad er gammelt?
11. Hvad kasserede jeg?
12. Hvad er det samme som hver dag?
13. Hvad var forskelligt i dag?
14. Hvad skete der - en tilfældig ting?
15. Hvad skete der - en fjollet ting?
16. Hvad vil jeg huske fra i dag?
Fra Artists Network. Jeg kombinerer det med en RNG for at beslutte, hvad jeg skal tegne i dag.
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I found a new drawing challenge:
Sketch Your Day
Use one of these drawing prompts to record something from you day.
1. Where did I go?
2. What did I see?
3. What did I wear?
4. What did I eat/drink?
5. Who did I see?
6. What did I do?
7. What did I use/handle/touch?
8. What did I buy?
9. What’s new?
10. What’s old?
11. What did I throw out?
12. What’s the same as usual (a routine or repetitive event)?
13. What’s different than usual (a unique event)?
14. What’s a random thing that happened?
15. What’s a silly thing that happened?
16. On this day, what will be a memory?
From Artists Network. I combine it with an RNG to decide which prompt to use for today.
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Hvis det ikke skulle virke, har jeg også fundet Doodlewash:
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onsdag den 27. december 2023
Words for Wednesday ~ December 27
This challenge started a long time ago. Now it has turned into a movable feast with Elephant's Child as our coordinator; and the Words provided by a number of people.
The general idea of this challenge is to make us write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.
It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.
So Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.
The prompts for every Wednesday in December are provided by WiseWebWoman, and made public at EC's blog.
For December 27 - today - we had the following words:
Rusk
Spindrift
Ballistic
Troubadour
Killick
and/or
Mantra
Tuckamore
Whirlpool
Calliope
Catamaran
These words are of a fitting maritime nature. And they set my writing juices boiling. Continuing the story, using all Words in the order they were given, only not Catamaran - this might find its use in the next episode.
Some weeks later they again met at the Unicorn Farm. After Morning gathering they had an unexpected break, and Susan convened the other 9 conspirators in the little room in the attic.
"I found it," she said. "Or least I think I did. My dad loves to go for car rides to little known places in Zealand, and last Wednesday we went to a small coastal town some 20 kilometres from home. We had an ice cream next to a humongous parking lot, quite deserted, as the holidays had not yet begun. We walked the woods and returned to the parking lot. There was a small museum next to the parking lot, and I succeed in getting my family to go there by saying that it was probably boring. This had my sister, begging for us to go there of course ...
"Yes, we know, sibling rivalry," Marit said. " please get to the point"
Inside the museum was models of fisherboats, and the main pieces were old signs, names from ships and that kind of things. One of the plaques came from an inn - featuring a yellow bird that with some good will could pass for a cormorant.
The label told that the sign came from the old inn very close by.
They also exhibited an old rusk - over 100 years old, and paintings of sea disasters and shipwrecks, where you could almost smell the spindrift."
"Susan," Tage said, "your poetic ore is rampant today, If I have to listen to much more of this, I'll go ballistic."
"OK;" Susan said, "then I wont tell anything about the seaside troubadour or all the large and small anchors and killicks in the entrance hall, and come to the point."
"Please do, please do." Tage repeated as if it was some kind of mantra.
"I asked about the signs, and the lady handed me a folder. There I could see that the inn with the yellow bird sign had lain on the edge of the plantation of tucamore trees planted to keep the sand from covering arable lands in the late 1500.
The legend tells of a whirlpool there only opening at certain dates and swallowing ships with men and mice - I think it's only a legend - but one ship - the Calliope - should have survived the trip through the whirlpool and still sail the waters thereabout when the moon is hidden. I think this might be where the treasure is!" Susan ended her tale. "Did anyone else find anything?" Olav asked. "I did not."
The other apprentices also shook their heads, only Fiona and Veronika looked up. Veronika spoke: "One of the very old sailors in our harbour told of an old inn, he remembered, either from his youth, or something he only heard about ... that was not clear. He was very old, hard of hearing, and his thoughts drifted through time and space. It might very well be the same inn, as the distance per boat is not far."
The general idea of this challenge is to make us write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.
It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.
So Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.
-- ☸ --
The prompts for every Wednesday in December are provided by WiseWebWoman, and made public at EC's blog.
For December 27 - today - we had the following words:
Rusk
Spindrift
Ballistic
Troubadour
Killick
and/or
Mantra
Tuckamore
Whirlpool
Calliope
Catamaran
These words are of a fitting maritime nature. And they set my writing juices boiling. Continuing the story, using all Words in the order they were given, only not Catamaran - this might find its use in the next episode.
Some weeks later they again met at the Unicorn Farm. After Morning gathering they had an unexpected break, and Susan convened the other 9 conspirators in the little room in the attic.
"I found it," she said. "Or least I think I did. My dad loves to go for car rides to little known places in Zealand, and last Wednesday we went to a small coastal town some 20 kilometres from home. We had an ice cream next to a humongous parking lot, quite deserted, as the holidays had not yet begun. We walked the woods and returned to the parking lot. There was a small museum next to the parking lot, and I succeed in getting my family to go there by saying that it was probably boring. This had my sister, begging for us to go there of course ...
"Yes, we know, sibling rivalry," Marit said. " please get to the point"
Inside the museum was models of fisherboats, and the main pieces were old signs, names from ships and that kind of things. One of the plaques came from an inn - featuring a yellow bird that with some good will could pass for a cormorant.
The label told that the sign came from the old inn very close by.
They also exhibited an old rusk - over 100 years old, and paintings of sea disasters and shipwrecks, where you could almost smell the spindrift."
"Susan," Tage said, "your poetic ore is rampant today, If I have to listen to much more of this, I'll go ballistic."
"OK;" Susan said, "then I wont tell anything about the seaside troubadour or all the large and small anchors and killicks in the entrance hall, and come to the point."
"Please do, please do." Tage repeated as if it was some kind of mantra.
"I asked about the signs, and the lady handed me a folder. There I could see that the inn with the yellow bird sign had lain on the edge of the plantation of tucamore trees planted to keep the sand from covering arable lands in the late 1500.
The legend tells of a whirlpool there only opening at certain dates and swallowing ships with men and mice - I think it's only a legend - but one ship - the Calliope - should have survived the trip through the whirlpool and still sail the waters thereabout when the moon is hidden. I think this might be where the treasure is!" Susan ended her tale. "Did anyone else find anything?" Olav asked. "I did not."
The other apprentices also shook their heads, only Fiona and Veronika looked up. Veronika spoke: "One of the very old sailors in our harbour told of an old inn, he remembered, either from his youth, or something he only heard about ... that was not clear. He was very old, hard of hearing, and his thoughts drifted through time and space. It might very well be the same inn, as the distance per boat is not far."
... to be continued
Words for Wednesday - Catch-up
December 13 & 20 - Third part
Today the last batch of Words for Wednesday goes live over at Elephant's Child's blog.
But I still have Words from last Wednesday, so I'm not going to look there until this is published.
For December 20th we had the following words:
Smithereens
Arch
Magazine
Outcome
Income
And/or
Primrose
Cormorant
Boreen
Lucidity
Antagonism
I did not find a use for Antagonism, and I think I'm going to drop it. Continuing the story of the strange locket. And as usual using the words in the order they were given.
Second part.
First part.
Part zero.
The beginning.
Again at lunch break the 10 apprentices met in the small room in the attic.
Olav tried yet again to pare open the locket with his knife, still with no progress.
"I feel that if I apply more pressure either the locket or my knife is going to burst. And none of them will be any good smashed to smithereens," he concluded.
"As I said," Tage continued, "I have an idea. I think I see letters around the edge, Lis, would you care to give it a try?"
Lis picked up the locket and said. "I see letters too, but I cannot make them into words."
"Let me try," Olav said. "I see the word 'Arch', but after this I see a-a-h-e-e which sure is not a word."
"Your eyes must be better than mine," Lis said. "Tell me all the letters you see."
Olav read aloud, and Lis jotted down the letters in the margins of an old magazine.
Susan opened her bag and pulled out her sketch pads: "Here use this."
The outcome was a long line of letters. Apart from scattered two-letter words it was totally meaningless.
"This must be some kind of code," Lis said "Let's try and crack it."
They sat down alone or in groups, writing letters and combining them. In the end Lis and Susan came up with the same solution.
"Every third letter," Lis said.
"Yes, and the second row has to be read backwards," Susan added.
But what a strange sentence, Lis said:"By the income of the primrose cormorant, I made my living. Walk the green boreen to lucidity!"
"What's a cormorant? Fiona asked.
"Some kind of bird, I think," Olav answered.
"They're black," My added, "not primrose."
"And what's a boreen?" Susan said. "Borean I know, and thought it was a spelling mistake."
"A boreen is an unpaved road, mostly with grass in the middle," Veronika said. "I think it is an Irish word, as I know it from our Irish uncle."
"But still it's very unclear," Olav said. "Where do we start?"
"Finding the primrose cormorant," Tage answered. "It sounds like the name of an inn."
"It sure does, We'll have to ask all the travelling members of our families in the coming weeks," Olav answered.
"Yes," My piped in, "and all the sailors in the harbour too. It could be far away, even in another country."
But I still have Words from last Wednesday, so I'm not going to look there until this is published.
For December 20th we had the following words:
Smithereens
Arch
Magazine
Outcome
Income
And/or
Primrose
Cormorant
Boreen
Lucidity
Antagonism
I did not find a use for Antagonism, and I think I'm going to drop it. Continuing the story of the strange locket. And as usual using the words in the order they were given.
Second part.
First part.
Part zero.
The beginning.
Again at lunch break the 10 apprentices met in the small room in the attic.
Olav tried yet again to pare open the locket with his knife, still with no progress.
"I feel that if I apply more pressure either the locket or my knife is going to burst. And none of them will be any good smashed to smithereens," he concluded.
"As I said," Tage continued, "I have an idea. I think I see letters around the edge, Lis, would you care to give it a try?"
Lis picked up the locket and said. "I see letters too, but I cannot make them into words."
"Let me try," Olav said. "I see the word 'Arch', but after this I see a-a-h-e-e which sure is not a word."
"Your eyes must be better than mine," Lis said. "Tell me all the letters you see."
Olav read aloud, and Lis jotted down the letters in the margins of an old magazine.
Susan opened her bag and pulled out her sketch pads: "Here use this."
The outcome was a long line of letters. Apart from scattered two-letter words it was totally meaningless.
"This must be some kind of code," Lis said "Let's try and crack it."
They sat down alone or in groups, writing letters and combining them. In the end Lis and Susan came up with the same solution.
"Every third letter," Lis said.
"Yes, and the second row has to be read backwards," Susan added.
But what a strange sentence, Lis said:"By the income of the primrose cormorant, I made my living. Walk the green boreen to lucidity!"
"What's a cormorant? Fiona asked.
"Some kind of bird, I think," Olav answered.
"They're black," My added, "not primrose."
"And what's a boreen?" Susan said. "Borean I know, and thought it was a spelling mistake."
"A boreen is an unpaved road, mostly with grass in the middle," Veronika said. "I think it is an Irish word, as I know it from our Irish uncle."
"But still it's very unclear," Olav said. "Where do we start?"
"Finding the primrose cormorant," Tage answered. "It sounds like the name of an inn."
"It sure does, We'll have to ask all the travelling members of our families in the coming weeks," Olav answered.
"Yes," My piped in, "and all the sailors in the harbour too. It could be far away, even in another country."
... to be continued
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