Topic: Life
On - Teachers ages class of 1970
I still feel I'm that age - or both ages. I wish we had known then that the teachers, or all our elders, are mostly all still kids as well. I have recently come to see that we get white hair, wrinkles, etc. just for indentification/role purposes! Simply like a theatre mask that shows what role you are playing on the stage of life.
I definitely feel that all ages simultaneously. ..I had no idea that B was that young though...well maybe I did but to me that was an old age - Haha. And the grown ups were not about to give it up - their position of 'power' that comes with being 'older'. Or maybe it is also because of what the generations went thru. We were allowed to be kids forever. They were not. Right into a huge war, as kids.
Can we morph this into a painting of butterflies ...soon winging their long distances... 
Printable Swallowtail Butterfly watercolor notecard by Catinka Knoth, on Etsy
Fishing vessel (had had it confused with Laura B.) heading home past Marshall Pt. Light. I have been looking for my pic everywhere and just remembered it was my first upload to this album back in 2010! I also found in my online stuff my pic yes of the Laura B. also heading home to Port Clyde. Had needed these pics for class. We got what we needed for class, but the source files remain locked up in my various dead computers. Good reason to disseminate.
Same reason seeds need to move away from home and a good case for loose borders. (Thank goodness for birds, and by extension smugglers?)
On surge in local traffic accidents this summer:
I'm wondering if it is pent up impatience of having to go thru those construction zones that have been seen this summer as mostly due to being done wrong the first time around. Makes people angrier and once out of there, off they roar🐯.
But not because of construction per say but because people are pissed at the reason for the construction. In one area it may be fine but the anger over one spot gets generalized to all of it. It also represents a lot of other government etc divisions and perceptions overall.
pm. And the pic is just appearing. Can't see it yet! Phew - almost deleted it. It is my demo drawing of baby animals, from last April. This is what a whiteboard drawing looks like before I prep it to post. Terrible color and contrast. Last year I still had a wonderful option available to convert murky whiteboard drawings into high-contrast black and white line art. That was a special website I sent the photos to. Before that 'app' existed, I did it manually in a program on my computer. That program though is locked up in my now dead computer. It took a long time to do conversions that way anyway. Having once been spoiled to not have to do it manually, I don't know if I am willing to return to that method. Anyway, I need to get access the program to be able to use it. Seems like our races with technology keep winding up in reverse. Either they break or they change to dropping what one had found so useful before. I see this as living on constantly shifting sands. The upheavals seem to come so quickly. Could that be the point, (intrinsically speaking)? One must develope one's own inner resources for what is essentially most important to oneself. Does one do an action for its 'importance' to one's self or because one loves to do it and one loves to learn and explore it and the ramifications of the action? I do love being able to share this kind of drawing in a way that others can have fun with them. I do love for them to be seen. I love to show them off. But the most important thing should be loving to actually DO them. I love HAVING them, and seeing them afterwards, even if only in passing. But, like the thoughts one has, the words one speaks, the food one eats, the music one makes, all such things go off into the wind. For all we know they may continue to exist somewhere, but in our current state of being humans in this form, we cannot know for sure what happens with those actions of the moment. Sorry there are no paragraph breaks here. This will certainly be hard to read. 7:03 pm 4/28/16, Thursday. - CK
