A rapid sketch
Roman, 1st century BCE – 1st century CE
Sketch 052: Glass Oinochoe (jug), Metropolitan Museum of Art, Gift of J. Pierpont Morgan, 1917
Glass Oinochoe, Sketch 052
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Music: Black & White
I love live music in the middle of the day. This musician is Buzz Guerra, someone I’ve known for 30 years. He plays his acoustic guitar at Whole Foods Market on Saturdays and it just makes for a wonderful lunch environment. When I find live music at lunchtime anywhere, I always put those establishments on my list of places where I like to eat.
Buzz Guerra at Whole Foods Market
Feather, Sketch 051
I’m much happier with this feather sketch than with others I made some time ago. The proportions are still off, (I didn’t leave enough room for the bottom portion of the quill), but getting better.
Getting close
I found this feather earlier in the week while hiking the Canyonlands Trail in Lakeway, Texas. My guess is that it belonged to a vulture (black or turkey vulture?). All the trails have signs about not removing any wood, rocks or any kind of artifacts, but I thought that as this fell from the sky and didn’t originate on the trail, I would claim it.
Vulture feather
Martin Guitar, Sketch 050
I used the edge of a paper to draw the guitar strings. No, I can’t draw a straight line by myself.
Guitar by Christian Frederick Martin, ca. 1838
Sketch 050: Martin Guitar, Metropolitan Museum of Art, Rogers Fund, 1979
The Green Room: Fiction Friday
The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Rachel Bjerke
The Green Room
Richard didn’t understand: the wood wasn’t green, wasn’t wet, but no matter how many times he lit the fire, it wouldn’t take.
This was the fairies’ favorite trick: enticing campers into the Green Room (as they called it), to watch them try to start a fire. Fanning the flame with their wings, just enough so the fire flickered, the fairies then dropped dust on it, making it smolder and go out.
When Richard returned home, he felt the need to paint his house green, inside and out, bewildering his friends and family. The fairies liked it, though, and visited regularly.
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