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I was strolling at Carkeek park the other day, foraging for nettles-

-and enjoying the blessed warm spring sun when I chanced upon an incredibly rare and lucky opportunity to witness the ever elusive sandicorn timidly emerging from it’s beach cavern.

Fortunately, like a good blogger, I had my trusty camera with me and was able to get a number of shots of the extraordinary, trepidatious beast. As you can see, it’s using it’s chameleon-like powers to obfuscate it’s outlines and blend in with the sand.

More sandicorn.

Our performance at SEAF was incredibly beautiful, if terribly chilly for my brave God and Goddesses.

(photo cred to Donald Holman)

What a scrumptious evening, all sorts of mad delicious artifying, crazy costumes and outrageous dancing. Plus my foxy Snow King(no, he’s not a frog) made it back into town for a sweet little visit, after all his perilous icey adventures.

All in all, a delicious week.

If you don’t mind digging through all the other lovely performances, you can find more pics here.

Picnic with care…

You never know what might be lurking the sandbars of Matthew’s beach.

More pics here.

A few mo’ pics.

Happy Losar everyone, shall we go out for guthuk and chhaang?

More Losar pics-including an incredible triumvirate tree.

I spent the almostsunny afternoon meandering happily all over Discovery Park again… What a park! You can loop around all over the place and still have more uncharted ground to cover. I wandered the trails from the north beach to the south beach(almost got my ass blown away-it’s hella windy as you come around the lighthouse point) and back again. Happy tired legs tonight.

Found a shortcut(well, it’s a bit shorter, OK?) to the North Beach, which is a blissful little bite of Zanheaven-a labyrinthine tangle of gorgeous, snaggly, driftwood logs, beautiful, stackable rocks, sand and CLAY! The cliffs of gooey grey clay avalanche down in glorpy glomphs and it’s all so nice and sculptable. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, though I must admit I got some interesting looks from the grocery store patrons as I stopped by for collards and fresh turmeric root on my way home. I must have made an interesting fashion statement with clay all over my hands, glorped up my jacket and mucky shoes. Sigh, dryads-can’t take us anywhere, least not without a trail of twigs and squelchy footprints…

Sometimes nature makes it’s own art. I wanted to bring this lovely rooty rocktangle home to add to my bedroom forest, but it was too damn big an’ heavy and besides, it really belongs where it is, where everyone can enjoy it. Grumble.

So beautiful.

Check out this incredible slide show my friend Meghann sent me.

I love the gigantic flute playing maiden and the rows of huge snow buddhas and am completely awed by the size of the mighty citadel.

Thanks, Meghann!

In which I invite friends over and we build a city full of strange creatures for dinner. Click on the pictures to enlarge.

Oddly, the kids weren’t much into the creating. I guess they’ve reached the ages when the lure of the laptop is paramount. Though I noticed they were happy enough to participate when it came to the destruction of our fair city with a bombardment of carrot missiles.

But we, the silly adults, raised an awesome city of ham, jicama, mashed ‘taters, radishes, beets, cookies, cheese wheels, chocolates, malt balls, etc. My mom provided mortar in the form of marshmallow fluff and easy cheese(edibility=debatable, stickiness=excellent).

Ben’s car, motoring through town.

Mom’s fabulous Cookie Tower.

Rita’s centipede bug and my lizard.

Delayne’s majestic Rooster Tower, just before it surrendered to gravity.

More dinner sculpture(and the bombing) here.

In an astonishing display of willpower, we managed to pry ourselves out of bed long enough to finally go to the beach. Click on the pictures to enlarge.

I’d been wanting to show Delayne some of our pretty local parks, since we have a similar bent for sculpting sand, rocks, snow, whatever comes to hand…

Carkeek beach was full of treasures that day. Brilliant red, rooty, curved driftwood snags to create an arched portal, bulbous, testicular kelp whips, shells and stones…

brick bits and melded brick and mortar hunks, one of which was a perfect face.

More beachy goodness here.

WOOOOOHOOOOOO!!! At long last, I’m kilned again!

My delighted, grateful thanks to my momma, for her generous gifting, to all the friends who have bought my art lately to help me afford the sucker and to the rockin’ kiln posse who got my shiny, pretty new baby werkin’ tonight.

It was a chore and a half, cuz when Molly(our kickass new housemate) helped me haul it inside, we discovered-ackthhhbbbt!-the plug’s prongs were the wrong configuration for the outlet holes!

Molly(our incredibly handy new housemate) ran around-on her precious day off, no less, to hardware stores with me ascertaining which parts we needed and then rallied a friend to come help us change it out-Sophie and Jim joined in and the Fellowship of the kiln began… With much quaffing of beer, twitching, snorting, and manly hefting of screwdrivers.

Sophie kept us all entertained by perching precariously on the old, detached slide off Sam’s bunkbed(to keep her feet off the cold cement garage floor) and falling down it every time a good joke knocked out her proprioceptors.

I am SUCH a lucky woman.