Native Americans

I started out doodling and this was what I came up with.

thinking

When I was building legos I was wondering where the directions for the harbor were.Probably in my room.But where up there?[I was building in our living room].Were they in my box?My bin?Who knows?Probably a place that I don't suspect.Or in my closet.Basically a place I don't know.

my surroundings

As I was sitting on the fallen tree above our nature trail I listened to the rustle of leaves in the breeze.The crunch of leaves under the chipmunks feat,watching chloe on the swing, far from me at this moment.

Mono

One warm,cozy friday morning I was laying in bed and I didn't want to get out of it.The heater hummed softly as the warm air drifted out.I lifted my head of the pillow and let it thud softly back down.I yawned."go back to sleep"I mumbled."Mama can I stay home or go to Farmor and Farfars house?"I closed my eyes.Sleep sleep sleep the words ran through my head.Like a drum beating softly.

My Thought

When I was climbing the giant log pile I thought that maybe I should build a lego log pile.And trees around it.And me,Martha and aunt Linda,too.With little white studs for fungi.The small clearing,too.With branches also.

Elbow Lake

When we were on elbow lake I could hear cicadas buzzing.The splash of turtles heads bobbing down.The hum of a dragonflies wings.The complaints of Chloe.The call of a blue heron and the breeze hitting me as we glided smoothly through the water.I saw the trees swaying in the breeze.The birds flying in front of the warm morning sun.The water shining in the suns reflection.The blue sky up above me.

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Art prize slideshow

Here are photos that I took at Artprize last week.