This photo was taken on Cape Cod, Brewster, Mass.
It was a perfect, slow drive home from Provincetown.
I popped the butterfly in to break up all that green. Buddha approved ;)
Happy weekend, my friends!
There were so many ideas concerned Proverbs to illustrate, but at the end I came up with this classic italian proverb: "Chi va piano va sano e va lontano", which sounds in english as "slow and steady wins the race"
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"A baby is an alimentary canal with a loud voice at one end and no responsibility at the other. " Several evenings ago, there was a family dinner at my in-law's house. My wife and I attended, along with my wife's younger brother, his wife and two daughters, ages... um... somewhere between four and eight... or something close to that. Also on the guest list were my wife's cousin, her husband and two young sons, both in the approximate age range of my nieces. My thirty-year-old niece was there too, but since she is relatively well-behaved and doesn't fit into the "child" category anymore, she will merit merely
this mention in the story.
Dinner proceeded like most dinners, with cross-table conversation punctuated by clinking glasses, rattling flatware and my father-in-law rolling his eyes in exasperation and saying, "I can't hear you." As usual, the children picked, uninterested, at their meals and bolted from the table early while the adults lingered over their plates. My eldest niece (hmmm!
Two mentions!) stealthily began the preliminary clearing of the table to ready it for dessert. The living room, adjacent to the dining room, came alive with the unruly loudness of four rambunctious young cousins. The noise settled slightly after a visit by one of the parents — impatiently prompted by my father-in-law. Still, the muffled sounds of children's voices could be heard, though no actual words could be discerned.
The hushed tones from the living room, it would soon be revealed, was my niece (not the thirty-year old. Jeez!
Three mentions!) recounting the legend of Bloody Mary for the benefit of her cousin. The tale of Bloody Mary, for those who never attended camp, never attended a public school or was never a kid surrounded by other kids, is a word-of-mouth ghost story. Although it has various origins and numerous colloquial nuances, the basic story remains. The evil spirit of a woman of undetermined background can be invoked by facing a mirror in a darkened room (usually the claustrophobic confines of a bathroom) and reciting her name — "Bloody Mary" — a specific number of times (anywhere from three to a hundred, depending on whose giving the instructions). My niece, at eight years of age, is a voracious reader, an avid TV and movie junkie and, just like her father at that age, a budding horror fan. Unfortunately, most children are scared shitless by things of that nature, and much to her delight, her slightly older yet very impressionable boy cousin was no exception. And judging by the sly smile spread across her lips, she knew that would be the result.
As the evening wound down, my wife's cousin rounded up her family and, as all good mothers are prone to do, insisted that her children visit the bathroom before the long drive home. Her older boy, the recently spooked one, reacted as though he was just asked to ingest a healthy serving of cockroach and broccoli casserole. His eyes widened in terror and his feet remained firmly planted as his mother directed him towards the small powder room just off the dining room. "No!," he shrieked, his face growing flush, then pale. His parents exchanged bewildered glances. The poor boy shook with real fear as he protested any persuasion to get him to enter that bathroom. My mother-in-law, my father-in-law, his mother and his father (okay, maybe not his father so much) tried to reason with the terrified child, as his younger brother danced with indifferent joy, revelling in the fact that the journey home was being temporarily delayed. "There's nothing to be afraid of!," his mother said, "It's just a bathroom." My father-in-law suggested they t
It never rains, but it pours. It takes one to know one. Those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones... Those are proverbs - "short and pithy sayings that express some traditionally held truth." What is a proverb you like or use often?
Proverb
Illustrate a
Proverb! Links:
Some English proverbs.
Proverb list by country.
Challenge ends on March 14.
This week’s Illustration Friday prompt is “Proverb”. “Clumsy” is back to give his take on the matter. And follow the link to check out all the other nifty illustrations that are posted there!
But so sorry to know that there's people acted abnormal to innocent cat! Click here to see the video!
I am combining my work over the past two days with the Illustration Friday theme: Proverb. This is a wise one that I hope to follow:
"Every Picture Tells A Story"
For the front of my fall postcard I decided to create a boy a little bit older than the one in my painting for the NY Public library exhibit. On the back, instead of How to Ride a Dragon 101, I substituted a useful handbook, Dragons for Dummies. I'm sure it will come in handy.
And for anyone who wants to wallow in proverbs, here is a handy
link.
It Never Rains but it Pours
This week's Illustration Friday topic is
Proverb, so I chose "It never rains but it pours" or in other words when troubles come they come together. Bit miserable now I think about it! But I think this illustration fits the bill.
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it's very calming. i envy your slow drive back home. (mine is a terrifiying trek through los angeles!) i will keep your buddha in mind next time! thank you.
happy weekend to you too lo!
xxoo :)
lori
it is very calming and I like what the butterfly does to the overall image.
I'm in Florida with mom and scruffy - HOTTTTT but fun. have a good one you
Love the photo and the blue butterfly~~I always use them to represent a soul rising.
Yes, I think Buddha would most definitely approve!
XXOO~~
Anne
the butterfly is perfect, lo. it flies right in.
i love that we share a love of the cape. we are so lucky and it is so beautiful, from one end to the other. i love driving through brewster on route 6A: i don't mind taking two hours instead of the one hour highway way
i like this card and this message: kind of like, there you are where ever you are!
love
kj
Butterflies are always a wonderful addition.
Buddah looks quite content sitting in that flower bed.
love the buddha. and also that same 6a drive. Now, when I come down from NH to the cape, I immediately switch from the highway to 6a, I love it so. the "old" Cape.
Lovely, serene....soothing..I would want to drive that route and stop too! And the Blue Butterfly - PEREFCT!!!!!
Love,
♥ LS ♥
It is indeed a beautiful drive, thank you for this wonderful photo that you've shared! It's lovely!
Wonderful card and quote dear!
Today I have little on my agenda, but I decided to tidy the shed....... Something which has been on my list for a while........
Hope you are enjoying a wonderful Sunday. The sun is up and shining here It is lovely weather. Hope the humidity is less now where you are.....
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