A new take on old stories and a twist on a new story

I doubt I'll ever really know why my brain seems hardwired to recall storytales, songs, and rhymes from my childhood, nor do I  have the ability to willfully end these thoughts from surfacing.    They seem to happily pop out of my consciousness, evoked by images (like a red hood) or a pig....  Suffice is to say, I'm grateful these recollections are never anything but pleasant and indicative of my magical childhood, rich with love and laughter, thanks to my dear parents.  

Ah yes, I could decide to supress their expression in my artwork, but why would I?  Instead, I enjoy the smiles they elicit personally  combined with the hope you may find a way to curve the corners of your lips or of others who may stop for a glance!

Volume Two - Little Red Riding Hood
( oh, the chase continues, but Red is always triumphant of course)
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New Ending

 And this little piggy cried "Hee Hee Hee", all the way home

(never much cared for the original ending, much less, the piggy who had none - found it quite distressing)

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Image Credits:  Tumble Fish Studio (Pig), Holliewood Studios and Art by January

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Over the last week I've had the honor of  daily visits from a  male ring-necked pheasant. The first few sightings I chalked up to coincidence.  But, these aren't binocular dependent sightings - he has been precocious enough so as to walk right up to the backdoor of the house, less than 4 feet away.   After four days of this,  I started to research pheasant habitats and nesting habits, fingers crossed I may shed new light on  the possible  motivations behind my daily visitors' behavior.  Much to my delight, I am now optimistic (but guardedly so) we have pheasants nesting in the back of our yard under a Russian Olive tree. 

 After showing up for the sixth straight day over the past weekend,  I ventured out the back door,  hoping to gather more clues.  As I approached the area at the back of our yard, between the coulees and a row of poplar trees, I inadvertently flushed out the male pheasant and his mate from the grassland area below the Russian Olive tree.  They took to the air  in a series of loud flutters and flaps.  I confess, this was the most exciting part of my weekend, and even today, I remain fascinated and fixated on keeping one eye focused on the tree, hoping for another sighting.   And that, is my preamble to 'explain' this new work - 

Pheasant Under Grass - The Mystery Continues

(stay tuned)

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