Sunday, November 13, 2011

Picture 1

From the very beginning I never trusted my Brother. He had everyone fooled but not me, because I slept in the same room and I saw what the other's didn't. That pudgy bundle of joy was pure evil.  I couldn't see why the adults didn't see that.  He even smelled foul, but his diapers always masked the smell, to them it was just another load of poo, but it's color was always black. Was that odd?

I first became suspicious when I was woken from my sleep and I heard whispering in the room. Not baby babble but honest to goodness grown up speak but there were no adults in the room. Only sweet Nana was in the nursery and she was snoring her sweet lungs out oblivious to the other sounds. 

At first I had the instinct not to look over to my brother; but for a baby; curiosity always wins out and I peeked around Teddy, my bear. I saw brother dear sitting up hunched forward as he talked to something. His voice was unnaturally low and the other voice unnaturally high. Their conversation paused for a moment as if they sensed me watching so I closed my eyes immediately and they resumed for awhile,and then said their goodbyes. I risked opening my eyes because I had to see what he was talking too. To my utter amazement I saw what the other party was. It was a Spider, a huge garden spider. The kind of spider that spun those beautiful webs on our porch and rose bushes. 

I watched it as it crawled out of my brothers crib and out into the darkness. I shivered, What had my Parents brought home?, and how was i going to let them know? I only spoke baby and ever since he came to live with us, I no longer existed........


Friday, November 4, 2011

In case you don't know me and maybe you are reading this for the first time..... (because I don't fool myself that I have followers on my blog and I am very skeptical I will have future readers...but I have to offer this disclaimer because In many ways I have no self confidence in this venture but I do have hope and curiosity.)
I am one hot mess.
I heard that description,  from a friend, and, yes, I am
But I am creative
a loving mother
A learning daughter
and a wife who wants to her husband to know that no matter what  ...well that's personal for him..I am sure you will understand.. I love him, because he accepts me for who I am and sometimes even husbands do not do that for the wives they love, or think they do...

Annnnny waaaay

I have random threads of thought.

so here it goes,  a thought I collect pictures of strangers, the slightly odd ones
and if I am really lucky
sometimes I will find a photo  remembering the dead.

So I will post a photo now and then with my thoughts... And I would love to hear your thoughts about it as well.,
Because that is how wonderful stories are made.!

But first  should Post some photos I have in my own family.

That one is of me and this handsome devil is my husband,

sometimes photos are out of focus a cloud of Mystery..

And this picture is real , these are some of my ancestors on my fathers side.  so every once in a while     I  might throw in a couple of relatives for spice.

so what do you think of this project ?,

I would love some feed back...

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Trip into the Woods..

The family and I went to Wadsworth falls State Park, with the dog. The water level was low and the entrance fee, high. 9 bucks for residents, 15 for non residents. Another brilliant idea by the Governor to help pay the debt with out raising the taxes on corporations and very wealthy citizens.....but I digress

The only fauna we saw were humans hiking,swimming and biking and their dogs. We even met another Pug to Django's delight.I did hear a hawk in the distance and Duncan told me he had seen a Toad on the path.

But the Flora was wonderful. I saw wild Trillium, Blood root Arrowroot and Solomon Seal. The great thing about having a dog, is the little poop bags one can use to smuggle a few samples of these little beauties out for my own garden....I even tossed in some bracken for good measure. I couldn't believe that the wild Trillium was in bloom!

Another great thing about the hike, always take a Pug with you they pant so loud that no one can hear your own Huffing and puffing....

I learned today that I am in PITIFUL shape and despite all the pain going up and heat on the way down I enjoyed my time with the family outside immensely! It reminded me of the many many hours spent as a child in the woods with my twin Brother Ian, chasing after my Grand-Dad in the woods of Nova Scotia (although where he took us rarely had a path.) It made me think that I need too do this more often and pass this knowledge on to the kids, and so my Grandfather lives on.

So take it from me and if you haven't been out side in Nature do so soon, after all, 9 dollars is really worth it.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

The First Discovery

Welcome fellow members of the Scientific Community & Private Citizens with the curiosity for the Undiscovered.

Over the next few month's I will present some insight too the strange discovery of a whole new world of creatures this industrail age has produced, Or perhaps an amazing discovery of adaption. I have been collecting these "marvels" when I can get them and will do an a unvieling at the Gathering my Colleague Dr. Grymm has planned, the Experimental Steampunk symposium in July.

My Theory is a simple one. I believe that Fairies do indeed exist... but not as Sir Arthur Conan Doyle supposed. I do not believe they still have the form one see in childrens books. I believe they are amoungst us successfully hidden as say the Peppered Moth 's darker version is during this Industrial age, or maybe as disguise like a Hermet crab my use to blend in with its surrounding recycling others species cast off to blend in with it's surroundings...Perhaps a bit of both. I am still researching....I have booked passage on the air ship the Wayward Zypher, (Dare I say my very own H.M.S Beagle), too go and collect more secimens to support my Theory.

I will report as often as I can and hope not to run into any pirates.

Till my next entry, I remain your servant,

Noel G. Coonce-Ewing