Monday, December 26, 2005
His Name is Earl
And I received a WONDERFUL gift which I didn't even know I wanted: a Canon Rebel XT. Hart scored gigantically in the giving department this year, and the best part is, all of his Canon lenses fit the new camera, even that great big white one!
The very first picture taken with my new camera: Ruth and her articulated wooden snake
Luke and Earl get acquainted
Changing the lens to Hart's 100mm macro: Ruth and her butterfly ornament
Lilu's not so sure what she thinks about Earl Fluffball
Thursday, December 15, 2005
A fond farewell...
Since our final projects don't stay up on the PIRC webserver for very long, I've put together a little page that looks similar to my final project and has my favorite works all in one place. Hope you enjoy!
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Bezier Flower Arrangement
I'm almost done with the PIRC workshop, though I'm trying really hard to lengthen out these last lessons. I don't want to unsub from the list because I love seeing the work that comes through each day!
Anyway, here's the flowers from my fourth to last lesson. They were created using bezier curves. I am now proficient at making a gorgeous petal shaped curve, but I STILL don't get how to use the tool for preliminary drawing.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Get Offa My Train!
You know, I really don't mind people using some of my images in their own blogs/sites (though a credit back would be nice), but at least save them to your own space. I don't wanna pay your way, I have two kids who already have that right reserved.
Friday, December 02, 2005
Holy Spaceman, he's turning 10!
I can remember vividly my last parent-sponsored birthday party... Ten young girls helped me whoop up my official entry into the double digit years. I recall receiving a poster of Sean Cassidy sporting a hairless chest (which was promptly covered with lipsticked kisses over the following weeks, though I had no idea why he was famous and still don't).
Vivid, also, is the memory of my mother telling me that this would be the last big birthday shin-dig. All remaining birthdays would be quiet affairs, dinner and dessert with the parental units... or maybe one friend over for a sleepover.
Oh, what sorrow! I would NEVER do that to my own children! I was absolutely positive that I had the meanest mother in the whole wide world. I must have been adopted. My real parents wouldn't do that.
Imagine my surprise this week when my mother's speech of so many years ago issued forth from my very own mouth.
Luke took the news about as well as I did when I was his age. But he was happy with his home-made Lego-Spaceman invitation...