tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114335942024-03-08T00:04:08.951-05:00Oliviah Unleashed"The worst sin toward our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them: that's the essence of inhumanity."
George Bernard ShawOliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.comBlogger351125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-13008301668161886962008-04-17T19:34:00.002-05:002008-04-17T19:51:31.352-05:00A smile for TerryThis is the same bird I posted on January 1st from a different angle. Isn't he a cutie pie!Oliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-78284721303550094162008-04-12T00:37:00.002-05:002008-04-12T00:40:41.858-05:00Oliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-83554169069887404992008-04-04T18:46:00.005-05:002008-04-04T19:10:22.712-05:00She was fascinated with the hibiscus; I was fascinated with herThis is a drawing of my daughter by my dear friend Joey Reed. What a sweetheart you are. I can't wait till she sees it tonight. Yay!Oliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-70609780134772007972008-03-30T22:15:00.004-05:002008-03-30T22:19:23.690-05:00it's fractalicious!Oliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-58138870722925408552008-03-19T13:47:00.000-05:002008-03-19T13:47:48.226-05:00my best friend is a magnificent beast My beautiful Manx with one ear half torn off from his fightin' youth. Now he's my snuggle baby.Oliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-46840591741778765362008-02-10T21:33:00.001-05:002008-02-10T22:20:26.925-05:00I wonder if he is still homeless...I sketched this from a photograph of a homeless man I saw online. I do wonder if he is still homeless. I'd like to think somehow he has a home and that he has some family. I wish I knew who took that picture.Oliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-89268578075265446282008-02-01T22:47:00.000-05:002008-02-01T23:04:32.277-05:00finallyI told someone a while back that I would post a sketch. Here is a sketch of a man whose face was in a book which was about to be dropped in a garbage can until I saw his face and snatched it out so I could sketch him. His name is George Kennan, it said, but I still don't know who he is. But he sure did need to be sketched. I need to touch him up more but oh, what a gloriously square head he Oliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-63394429094207268252008-01-26T19:33:00.001-05:002008-01-26T21:08:38.884-05:00the satisfying whole "There is something in each of us that demands completeness. An unfinished building, a partially drawn design, an interrupted game, a broken pattern in a woven fabric, a theme cut short in the middle--each of these produces an unsatisfied feeling. There are, to be sure, fragments of rare beauty and significance, but always, as we look upon them, we feel that there is something lacking. We Oliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-51149163931517226162008-01-21T17:38:00.000-05:002008-01-21T18:28:35.676-05:00mail call!It's not every day you find one of these waiting on you to pick up your mail, at least not in my neighborhood.Oliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-31120510990449208792008-01-16T22:38:00.000-05:002008-01-19T04:40:38.406-05:00diagnosisI had hoped I could write this in a brief, emotionless paragraph. I managed kind of okay with the emotion but not so well with brevity because I would forget part of a sentence and get confused, find myself writing in circles, unable to copy from sources because when I look up I forget what I was just looking at. I've been trying to write this for days. After I've whittled it down you won't Oliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-68667561617118234852008-01-16T02:23:00.001-05:002008-01-16T02:45:08.121-05:00happy winter to whoever it is that is enjoying (or enduring one)Well, this certainly is an old fractal. A good old fashioned Mandelbrot looking like winter to me.Oliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-29909662395107905862008-01-13T03:59:00.000-05:002008-01-13T10:15:13.621-05:00Don't move nice birdy...There! Do you see that? You can see straight through his nostril thingy. Is that cool or what? I wonder what purpose that kind of nostril thing serves. I can't believe that bird stood still long enough for me to take a picture of his nostril thingy. Yay!Oliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-30551700466473917662008-01-09T01:02:00.000-05:002008-01-09T01:20:15.306-05:00Almost looks like candy to me----click the imageOliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-86617981743145645962008-01-01T17:39:00.000-05:002008-01-01T17:39:48.126-05:00beautiful bird Another test post. (lol) I found this black bird at the airport when it was time for my daughter to go back. We must have seen a million, no, I'm being silly, it was about a trillion or at least a hundred gazillion of them while she was here. I only got pictures of about 20 or maybe 50. I might be wrong about that too, there were a lot of them in flocks. Heh. Did I ever mention that I loveOliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-89420084848725514892008-01-01T00:13:00.000-05:002008-01-01T01:05:50.318-05:00testI think I've figure out how to use blogger again. It's not the way I used it before, which is confusing so I will avoid thinking about that. If this actually posts I will post something more substantial in a day or so. But for now, here are some pink flowers for all of you that I have missed so much and who have actually remembered and cared about me during my absence. Hugs and smooches.OOliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-52651542490894307372007-07-16T12:07:00.000-05:002007-07-16T12:07:56.851-05:00Shrink Yourself! Aha! Look what I found in my Apophysis folders. It looks kind of like one of those ink blot tests, don't you think? What do you see when you look at it? First I saw a butterfly but the longer I looked at it, the more it started to look like a tick to me. Yuck. Now it looks more like a waterfall. Yes, definitely a waterfall. Maybe that's because I have waterfalls on my mind because I'm Oliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-89881833524634155262007-07-11T18:39:00.000-05:002007-07-11T18:39:37.949-05:00tagged I got tagged by auntsissyfaye so here are the rules:"Each player must post these rules firstEach player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselvesPeople tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rulesAt the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to tag and list their namesDon't forget to leave them a comment telling them they are tagged Oliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-87369241212944240322007-07-07T14:19:00.000-05:002007-07-07T14:20:02.795-05:00one man's trash, another man's treasure One of the neighbors had done some yard work and left this at the street for maintenence to pick up. I thought, what an very interesting pile of old vines and I was thoroughly enjoying the colors and textures and every little twist and turn of them when it occurred to me how strange I must look standing there in the road just staring like that. But I wasn't nearly done looking at them! Yeah, Oliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-69342662119934706292007-07-02T13:20:00.000-05:002007-07-02T13:20:51.617-05:00a taste of Mississippi weather This picture was taken about 20 years ago on the drive back from a visit to Vicksburg, MS. I was used to severe weather but this cloud made me a bit nervous. A vivid memory. The picture doesn't do it justice but it can still give you a taste of how threatening and ominous this cloud was. The side of the road we were on was blue skies and sunshine but the left...wow...I don't think I'd ever Oliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-58807721073349175292007-06-29T16:30:00.000-05:002007-06-29T16:30:22.951-05:00yesterdaysBut I won't cry for yesterdayThere's an ordinary worldSomehow I have to findAnd as I try to make my wayTo the ordinary worldI will learn to surviveDuran Duran, Ordinary WorldThe fractal was created with Apophysis and Fractal ExplorerOliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-11234299040153428642007-06-23T22:03:00.000-05:002007-06-23T22:03:13.539-05:00happiness is the sound of bubbles popping in your ears Sorry this is not a perfect image, the scanner turned the bubbles a blue tint and made the colors odd so use that wonderful imagination that you have and see this with white, crisp bubbles and smooth baby skin.....but mainly, I hope you feel the delight and the thrill of a new thing. Life through the eyes of a child is priceless and I must confess, I never outgrew that. I hope I never do. SheOliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-74459168277821114702007-06-22T13:30:00.000-05:002007-06-22T13:30:40.079-05:00becomingOliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-65070859228472856982007-06-19T12:42:00.000-05:002007-06-19T13:13:22.961-05:00Never judge a book by it's cover.....Nessun Dorma performed by a mobile phone salesman from Wales.This brought me to tears almost immediately, it moved me beyond words. A complete unexpected...not only because of the genuinely humble nature of the man singing...but certainly not something I expected to see on one of these "Simon" shows. The video is not long, yet long enough to tell the story of this man and his dream beyond selling mobile phones...and one of the greatest songs I love Oliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-46540679354649739602007-06-17T16:33:00.000-05:002007-06-17T16:33:55.821-05:00life is like a banyan tree, root and branches are oneSo was I once a swinger of birches;And so I dream of going back to be.It's when I'm weary of considerations,And life is too much like a pathless woodWhere your face burns and tickles with the cobwebsBroken across it, and one eye is weepingFrom a twig's having lashed it open.I'd like to get away from earth awhileAnd then come back to it and begin over.Robert Frost, BirchesOliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11433594.post-1963901847644327602007-06-11T13:46:00.000-05:002007-06-11T13:46:11.056-05:00i remember when ...happiness was a bowl of fresh grapesOliviahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071470721846599914noreply@blogger.com7