Tag: Passover

Rivka’s Story #30Inks30Days, 9 June, 2020

Colorverse Dust Storm

Rivka’s Story #30Inks30Days, 8 June, 2020

           I have been having connectivity problems, mostly in my brain. Today I re-learned three things:

  • First, that an iPhone won’t charge unless both ends of the cable are plugged in properly;
  • Second, that e-mail messages won’t get to their recipients unless one hits the “Send” button; and, in a similar vein,
  • Third, that WordPress posts won’t publish themselves. One must actually click on the “Publish” button.
    Apparently I have to do everything around here. But I have now published the missing posts so the story is a little more cohesive.

       And a note on today’s ink, Coloverse Shrodinger. Note that yesterday’s ink was Cat. The two inks are sold as a set. Pretty clever. Oh: and there was no radioactive material in the box.

Rivka’s Story #30inks30Days, 7 June, 2020


Coloverse Cat (Glistening)

Rivka’s Story #30Inks30Days 6 June, 2020

 Colorverse
Life on Mars

Rivka’s Story #30Inks30Days 5 June, 2020

 

 

 

Colorverse Redshift

Rivka’s Story #30Inks30Days 2 June, 2020

 

Van Dieman’s Eucalyptus Regnans

 

 

 

Rivka’s Story (#30inks30Days) 7 May, 2020

 

#30Inks30Days 30 April, 2020

  Jaques Herbin 1798 Cornaline d’Egypte

This is the last day of the April #30Inks30Days challenge. We haven’t finished the story, but we’ll keep working on it, though maybe not every every day. There’s another challenge coming up in June. Think about joining in!

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Thumb-nails of the story so far and a list of the inks I used.

 

 

 My pen-cleaning cloth for the month:

#30Ink30Days 22 April, 2020

   

    

Krishna Moonview Ink

The extra photos are to show the sheeny qualities of the ink.

#30Inks30Days 20 April, 2020; A Morning Anecdote

Sailor Manyo Yamabuki


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On another note, I couldn’t sleep last night and, when the sun rose, I saw that the clouds were turning all kinds of pinks and were layered dramatically, so I decided to take a quick walk to the park.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I saw what I think was an eagle.

I saw the sun warm the sky,

and turn the mountains, still snowy from the last storm, rosy and coral.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I saw the sun burst slowly over the horizon,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and turn the trees to copper.

 

And I saw a small pyramid of balls, sparkling with frost.

   

I couldn’t read the note and, with the corona virus still rampaging, I didn’t dare touch it, but I think it was meant as a gift to encourage people who come to the park to enjoy.

I got scolded thoroughly by a raven,

and made my way home, where I found the grape hyacinths had emerged and were tingling with rime.

And then, as I turned to go in the house, I heard a goldfinch singing in our locust tree. I searched for it,
but it was tiny and high up in the branches. In those moments of searching, the sun inched up behind me, and then there it was, yellow-gold in the morning light, and I couldn’t get a decent photo of it. But the suddenness of the bird’s vivid visibility was like a revelation of something crossing from another world. First it was merely sound, beautiful sound, and then it was a gift of colour and light serenading the neighbourhood from our backyard.

Maybe it means something, this bird and its song in the morning. To me, it was enough on its own, a moment that transported my thoughts to a respite of loveliness. 

Eventually, though, I do hope to get a better photo.