tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24967517186032108182024-03-28T11:25:03.685-04:00 Salty Pumpkin Studio<center><i>Link love and compassion to your life</i><br><br>Suicide Prevention 1-800-273-8255 or 988<br><br><big>Pray for Peace</big></center>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.comBlogger428125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-15113754945172231402024-03-28T11:24:00.000-04:002024-03-28T11:24:01.113-04:00Poetry Thursday<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwQU5uroAT7ubuIRQuamLVTHkBuTvkfUNqun0P-_1D5JR9NDiB4huSA8JDcL5chrMs8odcjfF_l2gR1oEBD9BXmVgs9k7d9E8LfNal31p0ZatbdiWZLRXAIkneAbIFTnvArsbfC71fbQT_LJ-EvO10LIv4LOb1XXtiBet5mVu2Y5n23uGkwK5p_0BJ76o/s960/2004FileA%20126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwQU5uroAT7ubuIRQuamLVTHkBuTvkfUNqun0P-_1D5JR9NDiB4huSA8JDcL5chrMs8odcjfF_l2gR1oEBD9BXmVgs9k7d9E8LfNal31p0ZatbdiWZLRXAIkneAbIFTnvArsbfC71fbQT_LJ-EvO10LIv4LOb1XXtiBet5mVu2Y5n23uGkwK5p_0BJ76o/w426-h640/2004FileA%20126.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;">There is no fantasy</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">more true</div><div style="text-align: center;">than how we,</div><div style="text-align: center;">in our element,</div><div style="text-align: center;">in this era,</div><div style="text-align: center;">on these days,</div><div style="text-align: center;">are living with</div><div style="text-align: center;">fiction ingredients </div><div style="text-align: center;">folded into reality.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Petit Formal Script;">M.Flannery</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Petit Formal Script;">2024</span></i></div></div>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-10527933287265571382024-03-26T10:31:00.009-04:002024-03-26T12:28:46.734-04:00Creative Exercise<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBjWDnmNEfJRJMadoEYhu66l2Ps5080hntbnyd16sTeiTwBuxmT-ToiMSInSWPN8vQhrUIrQxNxJB0bWA_9OYd_3n8IvknWwouL5NrVQWXok6BgU3_rR5NOWxKofTcNZd4IjLx9gfK5ZAKhtjWIVnmnUYg-WYnU03OiRHI7STVBRUVQU5-0kaQ_iAd2YE/s868/globe2024.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="868" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBjWDnmNEfJRJMadoEYhu66l2Ps5080hntbnyd16sTeiTwBuxmT-ToiMSInSWPN8vQhrUIrQxNxJB0bWA_9OYd_3n8IvknWwouL5NrVQWXok6BgU3_rR5NOWxKofTcNZd4IjLx9gfK5ZAKhtjWIVnmnUYg-WYnU03OiRHI7STVBRUVQU5-0kaQ_iAd2YE/w590-h640/globe2024.jpg" width="590" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">Digital photograph</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I created the stylized globe (photo above)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">inspired by the photograph of the fruit,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(photo below). A good solid orange hue </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">is not easy to achieve.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqjHMny-dtLxF8va0qT_GOlDWSQJzKrEolmrccbbLRyW7Hme95_0g8JjV214P8uMPk5E2G06IICfYPxoRTA3AsUECDCXIt1DqF8E6o6L9jNJ4M6Db8_sCwFWo3XYFCVs0H1agAZknxK4fkqWAR6Y6SmZYY_OJi7kyPTX7X0iN0RPxkN_L5tuAjxRFHng/s978/fruit2020.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="771" data-original-width="978" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqjHMny-dtLxF8va0qT_GOlDWSQJzKrEolmrccbbLRyW7Hme95_0g8JjV214P8uMPk5E2G06IICfYPxoRTA3AsUECDCXIt1DqF8E6o6L9jNJ4M6Db8_sCwFWo3XYFCVs0H1agAZknxK4fkqWAR6Y6SmZYY_OJi7kyPTX7X0iN0RPxkN_L5tuAjxRFHng/w400-h315/fruit2020.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Digital photograph</td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">What is strange about the globe photograph is that looking at it, I have a feeling of seeing a movement vibe going on there. That doesn't happen when viewing the fruit. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">I believe the reason for the globe's optical illusion is the radiancy. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">My brain expects movement from a radiant object.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">As a pastime, I play around with the computer's photo editing and drawing programs. I've added Corel to my wish list as I explore other programs. Adobe Photoshop is nice, but I want a program to buy, not subscribe to. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Please, if you have a recommendation for a photo editing program, then leave the name in a comment. </span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Petit Formal Script;">Thank you</span></div> <p></p>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-48000809504733154992024-03-25T00:00:00.082-04:002024-03-25T00:00:00.230-04:00Thoughts About the Weather of Daydreams<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcyZAQENbJarhkXfzDUrGksSQfN16dHaAw4CiNzfNcNBoOuqrOgO3tHZ6zJLeMUzWDUVDlrHYfXnCHILKkVlZS3ge2Iy4FYA9TUrbK3la7sg7MMcLiqeReGaAbiqyJSFgrsOFlhgWwHATMfszZshy0A1iuDUUOHlagM_MQAo_j6bDg00NFao3b45NR1lc/s2569/endofMarch2024.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2569" data-original-width="1900" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcyZAQENbJarhkXfzDUrGksSQfN16dHaAw4CiNzfNcNBoOuqrOgO3tHZ6zJLeMUzWDUVDlrHYfXnCHILKkVlZS3ge2Iy4FYA9TUrbK3la7sg7MMcLiqeReGaAbiqyJSFgrsOFlhgWwHATMfszZshy0A1iuDUUOHlagM_MQAo_j6bDg00NFao3b45NR1lc/w474-h640/endofMarch2024.jpg" width="474" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">Contrasts on Snow</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Impact. Weather has far too much of it pushing on my mood. Last summer was all about when is summer going to begin. In the fall, more than just leaves flew by. Winter this year has been not a winter as summer was not a summer. The wait and see is tedious, a drain to endure.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Coping often takes the route of daydreaming positive outlooks, scenarios, experiences, hopes and such. I read briefly a few website snippets about the classification of dreams, the good, bad and the not such a great use of time. From there I decide to change how I cope with what impacts my life from sources that I cannot have control over other than the prepare. Think carry an umbrella, put on snow boots, wear sunglasses.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My daydreams lean towards fantasy. What the dreams are doing is always based in reality. What they are not heavily into is probablity. That indicates to me that my daydreams can benefit from an adjustment.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Limit the time spent daydreaming</li><li>Keep notes on when I space out</li><li>Select real subjects to create scenarios</li><li>Do not dwell on negative behaviors</li><li>Always have a happy ending</li></ol><div>How do you manage your daydreaming? Every think about needing to?</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-52727918980310313892024-03-24T12:41:00.005-04:002024-03-24T12:45:00.844-04:00Snow On the Ground Sunday<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNyCvBKuAxQWham_X95sQ6B_a1kCgUaJSqjJIqZ-oFUO0WXT1oR6QxVDRBwHaMOKxR0FKqMK_FK7sWFSMJrlxMVDJADkNOt6Xo6zCYMkzzjklmH2CJYV5gPSKnKLU3IOtOey5YAWFTrYjqGvzRa6YixeLN69q9mWj1CzcTSPNg-kQUz0bDJkpCFJbZHs/s1970/snowMarch2024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1970" data-original-width="1700" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNyCvBKuAxQWham_X95sQ6B_a1kCgUaJSqjJIqZ-oFUO0WXT1oR6QxVDRBwHaMOKxR0FKqMK_FK7sWFSMJrlxMVDJADkNOt6Xo6zCYMkzzjklmH2CJYV5gPSKnKLU3IOtOey5YAWFTrYjqGvzRa6YixeLN69q9mWj1CzcTSPNg-kQUz0bDJkpCFJbZHs/w552-h640/snowMarch2024.jpg" width="552" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: Rufina;">There is more than half a foot of snow in the yard today from yesterday's snow storm. The sun is very bright this morning. Sun + Snow = Wear Sunglasses</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Rufina;">Going outdoors, I feel like I should be on a mountain top wthe skis while sipping a hot chocolate. Looking up, the sun is reflecting off my sunglasses. I don't ski, but a bird seems to have tried out the small slope near my deck.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLY4SxXeJ9_6ArMgnijvmS4u1uJWo0AN28zq849T_TGliNdAcn2Ca6VFJSTscTTxfbpBiypVuKpxULMesv6thphOnUUojOPKgywaM0tJnasrXPzgYVz49g4ApVScWFTQOopQ79Cw4DwXKaVlr7UxePtWmTn_EQ05gaurZq3Z3a5gnk9Zy-BZBOt9XiX-I/s2179/birdslopeMarch2024.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2179" data-original-width="1700" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLY4SxXeJ9_6ArMgnijvmS4u1uJWo0AN28zq849T_TGliNdAcn2Ca6VFJSTscTTxfbpBiypVuKpxULMesv6thphOnUUojOPKgywaM0tJnasrXPzgYVz49g4ApVScWFTQOopQ79Cw4DwXKaVlr7UxePtWmTn_EQ05gaurZq3Z3a5gnk9Zy-BZBOt9XiX-I/w500-h640/birdslopeMarch2024.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">The snowfall was steady, not the kind you sit to watch when daydreaming. It was out there. I was in here. We were good. Sadly, I wanted a warm milk with a glug or two of Kahlua. Woe was me, I didn't stop to buy milk on Friday morning. What liquid dairy was left, went into my coffee. Priorities.</span></div><br /><span style="font-family: Rufina;"><br /></span><p></p>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-19142711433522875872024-03-22T11:25:00.000-04:002024-03-22T11:25:03.452-04:00Day 81 of Week 12 in March 2024<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrQz1cahMtF4hSG9bO9U4lRoLfaKI3ci_6gN_HAr-gl0uHYa6PaHQEfBXbFXdojUyim0U0WSOnpj7kiExrW-uox94yqdTlGvUX1rGPFaeAPzLW3uJNci3xKo015un2PeY0TwiFUGtscla2NeuILq49bPpyKjhSE6imfHMGxmq9vpmfFj8uZ2tr2m7-vDk/s1748/MarchCrocus2024.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1748" data-original-width="1689" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrQz1cahMtF4hSG9bO9U4lRoLfaKI3ci_6gN_HAr-gl0uHYa6PaHQEfBXbFXdojUyim0U0WSOnpj7kiExrW-uox94yqdTlGvUX1rGPFaeAPzLW3uJNci3xKo015un2PeY0TwiFUGtscla2NeuILq49bPpyKjhSE6imfHMGxmq9vpmfFj8uZ2tr2m7-vDk/w618-h640/MarchCrocus2024.JPG" width="618" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: medium;">March 2024 Crocus in Snow</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Metamorphous;">The snow </span><span style="font-family: Rufina;">storm forecast to begin tonight has gone from a watch to a Winter Storm Warning here in Vermont.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">A small patio table with a trash bag pulled over it will protect the crocus. The bulbs blooming in the open area will be all right as they aren't tall enough to break under the pressure of snow.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">The colder temperatures for me are not a bother. I'm not ready to go out in sandals and no jacket. At a weight plateau, (scale doesn't change no matter what), there is time to lose a few pounds before the transition from spring jacket to sweater weather begins.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Metamorphous;">Flower sprouts. </span><span style="font-family: Rufina;">This season, once again, despite plenty of sunlight, the sprouts are trying to get leggy. I wave my hand over them to help the stems grow strong. The California Poppy are having issues, wanting to keel over between watering. The bachelor's buttons are doing well as are the nasturtium. Today I will sow the next set of seeds for cosmos, love-in-a-mist (nigella), and basil. The look this year I'm going for is a cotton sundress cottage vibe.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Metamorphous;"><a href="https://www.feedspot.com/">Feedspot.</a> </span><span style="font-family: Rufina;">If you want to promote your blog, then Feedspot.com is a good resource. I receive their emails with the recent news about the blogs I like as well as a snippet of this blog. I don't have stats to tell you if this blog's traffic has improved through the website. I do know it is an easy and informative website to use.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Metamorphous;">The sun</span><span style="font-family: Rufina;"> is shinning as I type. Time for me to do errands, putter and be creative.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Metamorphous;">Have a Wonderful Weekend</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Metamorphous;">Drive Safely</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht0rmdFoPijbcVmZ73HiukJFp83BfE3_-VaWCVHeKsHDd5kUG9WZa8kk4LXgOTuEAneCYc0NHeA8A_W6htGcST0cyrtLi0gBG8TEXMzv8frW4W4WWDIbSJM9Fh-NT-AC0wofK7-K3kUsp9hHexjpL0fT4suLVZSwIuITpNl2GQ60RpHqvHZVJoU7EMXxY/s670/ProxityCrocusMW.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="601" data-original-width="670" height="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht0rmdFoPijbcVmZ73HiukJFp83BfE3_-VaWCVHeKsHDd5kUG9WZa8kk4LXgOTuEAneCYc0NHeA8A_W6htGcST0cyrtLi0gBG8TEXMzv8frW4W4WWDIbSJM9Fh-NT-AC0wofK7-K3kUsp9hHexjpL0fT4suLVZSwIuITpNl2GQ60RpHqvHZVJoU7EMXxY/s320/ProxityCrocusMW.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">Bake biscuits </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">Shop for local honey</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">Read about bar shampoo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">Browse summer shorts online</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">Sketch your ideal garden</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">Sing to your stove</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">Have Coffee Ice cream </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">with a splash of Kahlua</span></div></div><p></p>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-27365328015410708372024-03-21T16:58:00.001-04:002024-03-21T17:00:08.756-04:00Cloud Formations<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpd8jBmGPyx-ULmHhNlEtCnCGOQ9VNKj0cVJT0kqcsbQpxuxTbFPh20UdPGVvU5OOIMJVsyN508nmUbOHIrR-gl8rWG_kJyQXsG1WRhaoylI5x9welh6wOX_y7WfpLGL2Nfk2MtAbkBXUzThs_H1Ii83IQGfegyuIDT8yREQANX7tiFrrIlgfLP-SHynw/s3000/March2024clouds.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2250" data-original-width="3000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpd8jBmGPyx-ULmHhNlEtCnCGOQ9VNKj0cVJT0kqcsbQpxuxTbFPh20UdPGVvU5OOIMJVsyN508nmUbOHIrR-gl8rWG_kJyQXsG1WRhaoylI5x9welh6wOX_y7WfpLGL2Nfk2MtAbkBXUzThs_H1Ii83IQGfegyuIDT8yREQANX7tiFrrIlgfLP-SHynw/w640-h480/March2024clouds.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">(Cc flo) Cirrocumulus floccus with (Ci) Cirrus above<br />High level 6000 m (above 20,000 feet)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyR5afnTmYeJkOOdld0hhDclNNDANwbMihxrJ3_S3fZWzqk1EieJ-klpBnQm217TYtI7KchPSSUMrGFolEs7XMf-y1hL247ruf8PLStt8_82LOSPV58NdDRyUP3vDtcW3tIhlByVxiFAxsD23kfKhmTlcY3gxDITO5OOJFL1kpe5jHu-8s7SxQxz2lbXI/s1959/cirrocumulousMarch2024.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1482" data-original-width="1959" height="484" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyR5afnTmYeJkOOdld0hhDclNNDANwbMihxrJ3_S3fZWzqk1EieJ-klpBnQm217TYtI7KchPSSUMrGFolEs7XMf-y1hL247ruf8PLStt8_82LOSPV58NdDRyUP3vDtcW3tIhlByVxiFAxsD23kfKhmTlcY3gxDITO5OOJFL1kpe5jHu-8s7SxQxz2lbXI/w640-h484/cirrocumulousMarch2024.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Wider view of first photograph<br /> </span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Presently, I am working on a cloud formation photograph file. It is not an easy project. The classification I've given for the clouds in the photographs is my best guess from looking at several pictures online as well as knowing they are high clouds.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">There is a winter storm watch in this Vermont, New England area for Friday night into Saturday night with as much as 7 inches of possible snow, and difficult travel expected. Winter is going out with a bang or Spring arriving with a take that to winter? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Doesn't matter. It is going to snow.<br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-63122941392338181552024-03-19T13:47:00.006-04:002024-03-21T16:58:52.675-04:00Hello Spring<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOk-sU7se1RLGEX8_tRSkkA74d7kf-VpezIcJbB6a8Ec-st9k6pC9bEs-FSBi-ocjktamY-oYL_vE7svOuL2roKMNW2Ipq2qHa_DN6kUsHzuZIzKfFahRf0AjSK5sWoIL7KCOQMGn4EkALcEX97SXRhpw873bzWQu2kfMTg0CM-LHa2C1feU2DpnGRfbA/s1024/March2013Spring2024.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="783" data-original-width="1024" height="490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOk-sU7se1RLGEX8_tRSkkA74d7kf-VpezIcJbB6a8Ec-st9k6pC9bEs-FSBi-ocjktamY-oYL_vE7svOuL2roKMNW2Ipq2qHa_DN6kUsHzuZIzKfFahRf0AjSK5sWoIL7KCOQMGn4EkALcEX97SXRhpw873bzWQu2kfMTg0CM-LHa2C1feU2DpnGRfbA/w640-h490/March2013Spring2024.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Petit Formal Script;">Crocus in March</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">In comparison to the world 15 days ago when I posted this blog's pause, the news media appears to be happy to be held hostage by outrageous statements from you know who. Violence continues as any good news crouches under the weight of politics and war.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">My blog pause isn't because of blogging burn out. The world around me has a glacier weight that is building with each headline I read about you know who. It is impossible to get away from that sheer stupidity that he gets that much attention instead of being behind bars.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">I am not a weak person. Severe emotional pain I have endured countless times. I live with depression, PTSD, and anxiety. The depth of the anguish the GOP is creating via supporting you know who, the Mariana Trench pales in comparison.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">A very sad part of my misery is the belief I am not the only American who is being negatively impacted by what is going on in American politics.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">Pray for Common Sense </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">Pray for a good presidential candidate to emerge</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">Pray for America</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><i>Regular posting is <strike>still on pause</strike></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-82349449540766021892024-03-16T10:05:00.013-04:002024-03-16T22:58:18.709-04:00Day 75 of Week 11 March 2024<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTdVG6YMcxx23uLxW_tbshTSZN7GhKkEoUx_9g1Yywu4E7Nst4pxs9XwZJOwV_zrKVAbQeK23MNT7gTutWV-alM3qkXKr_f_eJ8XVDtykRKqtSpey8L1pvUjtenvT5UWKKVoG7Ngozj9M5YU_eMyMU1VIPPwzFXf6M1mol5SUQN9sh9nzXDUZE0i4cmnU/s2343/BButtonMarch2924.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2343" data-original-width="1790" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTdVG6YMcxx23uLxW_tbshTSZN7GhKkEoUx_9g1Yywu4E7Nst4pxs9XwZJOwV_zrKVAbQeK23MNT7gTutWV-alM3qkXKr_f_eJ8XVDtykRKqtSpey8L1pvUjtenvT5UWKKVoG7Ngozj9M5YU_eMyMU1VIPPwzFXf6M1mol5SUQN9sh9nzXDUZE0i4cmnU/w488-h640/BButtonMarch2924.jpg" width="488" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Handlee;">Bachelor Button Sprouts*</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: Spectral;">Internet wise, if you pause your blog, then your rating on searches and such decreases. Posting a photograph with comments turned off is a way of not losing your blog's Internet ranking. I'm not sure how or what search engine rules are concerning ranking though. </span><div><span style="font-family: Spectral;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Spectral;">Posting <strike>will</strike> might resume in April 2024.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: times;">*Using organic potting soil in jiffy planters, seeds sprouted in 4 days.</span></i></div><p><br /></p></div>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-82451336208276172032024-03-04T17:06:00.002-05:002024-03-04T17:07:02.996-05:00Giving Pause<p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIpiKtC-D7JX2m_F6JMTuy9BWlSFF4ZB-cyVZ3tySB7eKEfS22lbU6LH36twVeAr5OARX9NiYYYMFFAXJn7SUbP6ILqgEQqOK-SOyxmGMPI5t0DGUMaOt0IJm27rTL7HKkNARCLVDquDkzzHw4SurRKcT3U1TwqMttyGM5o88NahGrPaGq53AGiQcF2bY/s744/footstep2014.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="678" data-original-width="744" height="584" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIpiKtC-D7JX2m_F6JMTuy9BWlSFF4ZB-cyVZ3tySB7eKEfS22lbU6LH36twVeAr5OARX9NiYYYMFFAXJn7SUbP6ILqgEQqOK-SOyxmGMPI5t0DGUMaOt0IJm27rTL7HKkNARCLVDquDkzzHw4SurRKcT3U1TwqMttyGM5o88NahGrPaGq53AGiQcF2bY/w640-h584/footstep2014.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Petit Formal Script;">With the Best Foot Forward</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br />Walking into the future carries all our baggage, some light, some heavy, some a burden, some a joy. All of you have been a joy to get to know through blogging, comments and emails. Y'all are a wonderful group of folks. My appreciation of y'all goes deep. <div>Unlike many blogs I read that are left to dangle, the author gone without explanation, this blog is not taking that path. <p>Figuring out how to balance my life's load, I will be pausing this blog indefinitely. I will continue to read your posts, and comment now and then.</p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Petit Formal Script"; font-size: xx-large;">Thank you</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p></blockquote></div>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-15712095123347193382024-03-04T00:00:00.052-05:002024-03-15T13:18:41.311-04:00Reflection Monday March 2024<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEMxbV4nb-4SIluaiScOb7HvMCHrBAoG0YyRhk0SyAhesfda7OfB1nImUIWmYgRxh4McylkOUSfX5thEIAdUYO1KKMX3DMtvXaAW7O5yqryW_uPDsolksLB97HTz0QvLcy9Z0UkA8BkmfpFA5_KRfJ8YCEZkM-4Rq-l4mPNIhBIGwkqOUK3k8039YS5w/s734/AugFogRight2011WW.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="734" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEMxbV4nb-4SIluaiScOb7HvMCHrBAoG0YyRhk0SyAhesfda7OfB1nImUIWmYgRxh4McylkOUSfX5thEIAdUYO1KKMX3DMtvXaAW7O5yqryW_uPDsolksLB97HTz0QvLcy9Z0UkA8BkmfpFA5_KRfJ8YCEZkM-4Rq-l4mPNIhBIGwkqOUK3k8039YS5w/w400-h326/AugFogRight2011WW.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Petit Formal Script; font-size: medium;">Wood Sorrel</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Grand Hotel; font-size: large;">First Reflection Monday</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Grand Hotel; font-size: large;">that I don't have a subject.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee; font-size: medium;">T</span><span style="font-family: Handlee;">hinking on that, maybe not having a subject</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">is the subject. Not all of life flows with ideas to consider or thoughts to share. Bringing enthusiasm or inspiration to another person's life is sort of a why issue. What is going on that weighs on one's heart, soul, brain, emotional environment, thoughts, stuff that stays with us during our waking hours isn't always something we can just pull onto a screen through a keyboard and hope the point comes through.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">I'm not depressed.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">I'm on no subject.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Grand Hotel; font-size: medium;">Have a good week</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Grand Hotel; font-size: medium;">Posting is on pause</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Grand Hotel; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Grand Hotel; font-size: medium;">Comments are <strike>off</strike> back on</span></div><div><br /></div><div><p></p></div>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-31894819745505122512024-03-01T00:00:00.014-05:002024-03-15T13:18:17.608-04:00Hello March<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg66dRMiNxWWv7ltN3iDoXwM3F6xxELd4DB6seBaV8V4leygS6mahOSuJMo9eR3_gJt5JRRCXkQviy4-t5t4MOTWM03TlisdY4t1lsSQuU51G0VMgge6PMyRJK7lHvu1Q0Q9ngoBH9qX1oerwI8KJqFjlnT_UduKfhSAr3PKN7VLX3a06x3TvyMxj4_FXQ/s2954/summer2023A.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2954" data-original-width="2176" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg66dRMiNxWWv7ltN3iDoXwM3F6xxELd4DB6seBaV8V4leygS6mahOSuJMo9eR3_gJt5JRRCXkQviy4-t5t4MOTWM03TlisdY4t1lsSQuU51G0VMgge6PMyRJK7lHvu1Q0Q9ngoBH9qX1oerwI8KJqFjlnT_UduKfhSAr3PKN7VLX3a06x3TvyMxj4_FXQ/w236-h320/summer2023A.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Sofia;">There are 112 days until summer.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Sofia;">Spring is 19 days away.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Sofia;">Posting is on Pause.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Sofia;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Sofia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Sofia;">About the looking at the orange nasturtium each morning to boost my energy:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">The results are such that I am sure orange is a joyful color. However, my increase in energy is not enough to attribute it to the color watching only.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">There were too many sunny mornings that interfered with pure results. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Rufina;">Next week I will try looking at a deep navy blue to see how that goes.</span></div>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-56620801987643826122024-02-29T11:10:00.008-05:002024-03-15T13:18:01.060-04:00A Morning's Internet Browsing<p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5RinRRtZ41Lce1Ya32PnkN-jSltnvchgmGzheZBJ-fjFwWOhi7bwUzh0wCnbqnWdAucDiGIHAwm80xYGHxugdxqIpvT8ZeV42pC0Z2Y7k36jQMwaStgm2b9FCJPVglTKLXL6w1-mmDQYGFrgs7-eyp6zhiFhhfpcE4z5JParR0FNfDZVXl4i7Pf192o/s572/frappe23.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="527" data-original-width="572" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5RinRRtZ41Lce1Ya32PnkN-jSltnvchgmGzheZBJ-fjFwWOhi7bwUzh0wCnbqnWdAucDiGIHAwm80xYGHxugdxqIpvT8ZeV42pC0Z2Y7k36jQMwaStgm2b9FCJPVglTKLXL6w1-mmDQYGFrgs7-eyp6zhiFhhfpcE4z5JParR0FNfDZVXl4i7Pf192o/w200-h184/frappe23.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee; font-size: x-small;">Homemade Coffee Frappe</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Thinking of summer this morning, I browse American artists listed on Wikiart.org. I was looking for a nice bright sunny beach painting for a mid winter pick me up. I see a line up of walrus mustached old men, and very few women artists. </div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Reading the artist's names, one that sticks out, Cadurcis Plantagenet Ream, 1838~1917, American still life painter of mainly fruit. All right, painting still life fruit is art. But, what was going through his mind to paint a bunch of raspberries on a cabbage leaf?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jqGnpHf5JQp9YbOu_-JSFMB4RggQCpdelZ5uxuTht1pgn51Po7D_iz7gJnPRYwAF8Lu8p77fPur83l-InisGMeiujfGAxtcGbaBddbkq-kGcvE1rKxbxVODCQmkbwJSIKEMgb2SUGlSeSOlm3RP0760IQUNURyWBt4iY4_MMWZI9vSWppffQaU6A1fU/s500/raspberries-on-a-green-cabbage-leaf-carducius-plantagenet-ream-2.jpg!Blog.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="386" data-original-width="500" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jqGnpHf5JQp9YbOu_-JSFMB4RggQCpdelZ5uxuTht1pgn51Po7D_iz7gJnPRYwAF8Lu8p77fPur83l-InisGMeiujfGAxtcGbaBddbkq-kGcvE1rKxbxVODCQmkbwJSIKEMgb2SUGlSeSOlm3RP0760IQUNURyWBt4iY4_MMWZI9vSWppffQaU6A1fU/w200-h154/raspberries-on-a-green-cabbage-leaf-carducius-plantagenet-ream-2.jpg!Blog.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Raspberries on a Cabbage Leaf<br />C.P.Ream</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>On the theme of interesting names, I find an American female multiracial sculptor, Edmonia Lewis, 1844~1907. Her first name has a beautiful musical vibe.</p><p>The marble sculpture in the photo posted below is part of a series she did from H.W.Longfellow's poem, "The Song of Hiawatha," 1855. The young woman at the feet of the arrow maker is Minnehaha. There is also a Lewis' marble bust of Minnehaha.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDH3VnzI_6gP8IktNww_2Pq2qcMjJuC8Ac5MzQbtk__vLy5EiBicIgfwtzRz2ysIDUzm5PHUp8ujdW03kfc4p8J0QxPPsz9VwgXjsZ3IQZsZIjHWizbS1FJz_UBJZowt0IebiCsWool4B4qdWNVVERcKh3Zqx6rPx5Gms_C3A_m2_QxR0QdG7xxmCoAbU/s800/edmonia-lewis-old-arrow-maker.jpg!HalfHD.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDH3VnzI_6gP8IktNww_2Pq2qcMjJuC8Ac5MzQbtk__vLy5EiBicIgfwtzRz2ysIDUzm5PHUp8ujdW03kfc4p8J0QxPPsz9VwgXjsZ3IQZsZIjHWizbS1FJz_UBJZowt0IebiCsWool4B4qdWNVVERcKh3Zqx6rPx5Gms_C3A_m2_QxR0QdG7xxmCoAbU/s320/edmonia-lewis-old-arrow-maker.jpg!HalfHD.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">The Old Arrow Maker<br />Marble 1872</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Finding new to me American artists is a better use </div><div style="text-align: center;">of my time than playing computer games online.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I also look at an American impressionist, Lilla Cabot Perry. Her name, to me, screams Boston. And Boston is where she was born in 1848. She died in 1933 at Hancock, New Hampshire 91 years ago yesterday. </div><div>Does she have a summer beach painting? No, but the painting in the photo below, has soothing summer sunlight that is just as good. The scene reminds me of a place near Walden Pond, Lincoln, Massachusetts where we had picnics when I was a kid.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCW_1Gq_fUEXCSvfxxgF0tCbNXr2q-Xlk5k-_LaNdkdR3VbijSbRxmNhpBpNETIsIlRn1L2SsVLvLPM2omteoXozFg0bL3BZ14HWbwi3tdxrNGAhaAXtQ6p5FunESFiMeitfYe30NmxYrmjar3eCeAeC02Bm6oYqswtSe3ybke_hRvo-lnHp_R0oqQa4I/s738/the-violoncellist-1907.jpg!Perry.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="738" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCW_1Gq_fUEXCSvfxxgF0tCbNXr2q-Xlk5k-_LaNdkdR3VbijSbRxmNhpBpNETIsIlRn1L2SsVLvLPM2omteoXozFg0bL3BZ14HWbwi3tdxrNGAhaAXtQ6p5FunESFiMeitfYe30NmxYrmjar3eCeAeC02Bm6oYqswtSe3ybke_hRvo-lnHp_R0oqQa4I/w320-h260/the-violoncellist-1907.jpg!Perry.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Violoncellist<br />1907 by Lilla Cabot Perry</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">What do you like to browse online instead </div><div style="text-align: center;">of playing computer games?</div><p><br /></p></div>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-49694982876043675782024-02-28T13:40:00.002-05:002024-02-28T16:29:31.009-05:00Online Selling, the Snafu of Snafus<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9GKht-FrlNFfpCheLv0X2yowGeqjSeeA3W38M67k8eD23qHB3DEbqoIQOF6LjapWefRvkzTjrBeGib85eyTkQHx_wsFPVOJ0x_s5rNOYa7_Xnxhv_hjhsVXO_BmBKDImsiWPyPqrSYa3IMBSp9aZFPyDtjzuC6iFYkV_31y-8xAkIJ3D5ZkPAoMWP540/s2989/5brooms.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2989" data-original-width="2031" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9GKht-FrlNFfpCheLv0X2yowGeqjSeeA3W38M67k8eD23qHB3DEbqoIQOF6LjapWefRvkzTjrBeGib85eyTkQHx_wsFPVOJ0x_s5rNOYa7_Xnxhv_hjhsVXO_BmBKDImsiWPyPqrSYa3IMBSp9aZFPyDtjzuC6iFYkV_31y-8xAkIJ3D5ZkPAoMWP540/s320/5brooms.jpg" width="217" /></a></div><br />Before this blog began, I had another blog named Five Brooms Art. In those days selling art online was a realistic goal. Then. The research on what it takes to sell online, have a small business, was too overwhelming for me. My dream was shelved.<p></p><p>It makes no sense to me that there isn't a standard model to follow for small business online sellers that is easy to navigate. In some states there may be. In Vermont there is not.</p><div style="text-align: left;">If you have any income based benefits or restrictions, then a small business can be a disaster because you might not only lose benefits, you might incur higher payments, through income level changes for medical coverage, for example. </div><div style="text-align: left;">That's a lot of reading comprehension to delve into. The business plans that I brainstormed show me that I <strike>could </strike> might make enough income to make myself much worse off, as in more poor than I already am. </div><p>There's a lot to take in...what type and size of business, sole proprietor, self-employed, small business, physical address, money in the bank, name registration, domain name, insurance, file quarterly taxes with the IRS,budget, website, website venues, and more. </p><p>I like systems that are 1, 2, 3...sign here. Packet style.</p><p>The snafu of snafus is there isn't a packet. You need your boots on the ground setting up your business. Number one to me is to write a business plan. Then. How to make going forward easier?</p><a href="https://www.score.org/resource/article/list-startup-resources">Score</a><div><br /><div>Use the resources that are available to you. The Small Business Administration and Score are good places to start.<br /><p><a href="https://www.sba.gov/business-guide/10-steps-start-your-business">10 Steps to start your business, Small Business Administration</a></p><p><a href="https://tax.vermont.gov/business/start-a-business">Starting a business in Vermont</a></p><div>Above all, if you want an online business, then Research, Research, Research.</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-7987446163638374132024-02-27T10:43:00.007-05:002024-02-27T11:27:09.664-05:00When Less Is More<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHuBJthIjNuYcM-8cSewQTNGtPcBBb1HufA-hi6FdtaX6YO1DG40VOnV_rLq6yGgLu99S2X_zTNV-4xBWdJPwu97ukFn80DCjITnE3Z7zMn3bm9uhgn6ipB7l5IjtAxmLeu74ZpJvEWuQLYHdlckIMJ3WEDSXRilo_Tu0gTWWjjaU9376EPXYlZFQtKk/s1024/EagleLakeOct2016.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="1024" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHuBJthIjNuYcM-8cSewQTNGtPcBBb1HufA-hi6FdtaX6YO1DG40VOnV_rLq6yGgLu99S2X_zTNV-4xBWdJPwu97ukFn80DCjITnE3Z7zMn3bm9uhgn6ipB7l5IjtAxmLeu74ZpJvEWuQLYHdlckIMJ3WEDSXRilo_Tu0gTWWjjaU9376EPXYlZFQtKk/w640-h358/EagleLakeOct2016.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Petit Formal Script;">Upstate New York in the Fall</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: Special Elite;">The above color sketch is from a photograph as well as a memory of either </span><span style="font-family: Special Elite;">Eagle or Paradox Lake, Upstate New York. I was on a foliage tour in late October when many trees had shed their foliage already. Not driving, I had a chance to take more pictures. The reflections in the water with the stone outcrop caught my attention.</span><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Special Elite;">What surprises me about the watercolor is that despite least amount of detail or notes for when and where, I remember the location, driving west on Route 74, it is on the right. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Special Elite;">We went into Schroon Lake before turning around to go east on Route 74 back to Ticonderoga, and back to Vermont. I know on the drive we pass both lakes. I don't recall which lake the scene is from.</span></div><p><span style="font-family: Special Elite;">The artwork got me to thinking about less is more. </span><span style="font-family: "Special Elite";">Creating art should be relaxing. Yet, many of us, I feel, try so hard to fulfill our ideal artist image that Earth flattens and we fall over the edge. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Special Elite;">Ideal. Not bad to have an ideal image of something. Not good to strive to achieve an ideal when in reality, we are unique, not necessarily an ideal. We might fit a person's ideal image, but that is their opinion. Thinking more, I ponder how to relax and just be myself without struggling.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Special Elite;">To relax better. Quiet. No Internet, TV, phone, music. Just quiet surroundings with normal noises. Then I thought, why not take a day to go offline? Less Internet in order to gain creative control.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Special Elite;">The orange nasturtium exercise this week on day 2, I almost forgot to look at it. There is sunshine this morning. I slept well. Now, I have a new plan to add...being offline during daylight hours from sunrise to sunset. This week offline will not be Wednesday because there are PBS shows I like to watch. I have too much to do on Thursday. Friday is busy as well. Ah, maybe trying out a block of hours to start is better, say from 1 PM to 7 PM.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Special Elite;">Have you tried a whole day being offline? </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Special Elite;">Did you feel more relaxed?</span></div>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-13671805028168605312024-02-26T11:17:00.003-05:002024-02-27T11:32:19.685-05:00Sorting Art Folders from Years Gone By<p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUNlyXea3xaDIPo19WBLIJ7nbFYhGGk9gI3HHjcLV24pJgGbDUGIimxMUdTBFutFXmqZY2QW_neKgfxf2JIrsCTEBZ-Mkrp0W69MPdRdPgv_r4McKQBs8ACv2Yowjj37bHDPh0tQ_0-VCzA7euGGUEnaRNfzxl_cHJx0zP5KQiVkOfaRCXSYWYaR9VFb8/s800/fingertips1980.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="764" data-original-width="800" height="383" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUNlyXea3xaDIPo19WBLIJ7nbFYhGGk9gI3HHjcLV24pJgGbDUGIimxMUdTBFutFXmqZY2QW_neKgfxf2JIrsCTEBZ-Mkrp0W69MPdRdPgv_r4McKQBs8ACv2Yowjj37bHDPh0tQ_0-VCzA7euGGUEnaRNfzxl_cHJx0zP5KQiVkOfaRCXSYWYaR9VFb8/w400-h383/fingertips1980.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">Pencil sketch 1980</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: Handlee;"></span><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">Holding my sketchbook</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirngsn52qrkW3Fzs_W7TPZcuIxo-aqo3qyOTqT4Nu4_faDBbWAWEAWGpGIwFTfoM1Ys-qtJSFvvv0ZLBf3VkXQ1rQg7zfrT8kZ4-m-nevlgPP5-lVgaFnSghREi0X8keQWmhZsE3QPHLH2T4LyA2fXIh1wAf9XPQOAvpZNDVWcBWFZO2IrrI2vlMbE0Gc/s1024/ohs2001.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="740" data-original-width="1024" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirngsn52qrkW3Fzs_W7TPZcuIxo-aqo3qyOTqT4Nu4_faDBbWAWEAWGpGIwFTfoM1Ys-qtJSFvvv0ZLBf3VkXQ1rQg7zfrT8kZ4-m-nevlgPP5-lVgaFnSghREi0X8keQWmhZsE3QPHLH2T4LyA2fXIh1wAf9XPQOAvpZNDVWcBWFZO2IrrI2vlMbE0Gc/w400-h289/ohs2001.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">Ohs, Ink Drawing 101 circa 2001</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><div style="text-align: center;">Trying out new drawing papers</div></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifxqdOh5Ye0buf-kF1hiR-uYSCQM7nc3YFPldm1qTaXGAy70d4rZaSy-XvK1u11FdrfrqzPo9AjJRfjHP9KVncVOECwGnJ9_m4YFSEBIFdnZywjKJaeoHeJmxxWwrqDPawMxh1CWpfz-vpJquLLygeyVttS1yxImClnm2IfJ7-aRzFOXUA7CY8f7tsLOs/s1114/gullmirror2003.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1114" data-original-width="1024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifxqdOh5Ye0buf-kF1hiR-uYSCQM7nc3YFPldm1qTaXGAy70d4rZaSy-XvK1u11FdrfrqzPo9AjJRfjHP9KVncVOECwGnJ9_m4YFSEBIFdnZywjKJaeoHeJmxxWwrqDPawMxh1CWpfz-vpJquLLygeyVttS1yxImClnm2IfJ7-aRzFOXUA7CY8f7tsLOs/w368-h400/gullmirror2003.jpg" width="368" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">Gull's Mirro<br />Digital photo circa 2005</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">I went through a seagull phase early 2000.</span></div><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcFFVvowDmumOkBIf-E4zPl_f8BE5abQfGNNbdozS0-ABEgM0mlM8OU_smK9NZxxyc2RlNZykUDSIR2Xx8Ib3TfG6WzS4jx50r9k-Hh05n1v1snKIfNLlgEous1rMqdNitL__IkiYzf-NZLlbe-3HH_p3fzLkVf3MXo5wFswg2soxGczCf8P_Ir3YnGNE/s2708/gullsWC.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2708" data-original-width="2220" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcFFVvowDmumOkBIf-E4zPl_f8BE5abQfGNNbdozS0-ABEgM0mlM8OU_smK9NZxxyc2RlNZykUDSIR2Xx8Ib3TfG6WzS4jx50r9k-Hh05n1v1snKIfNLlgEous1rMqdNitL__IkiYzf-NZLlbe-3HH_p3fzLkVf3MXo5wFswg2soxGczCf8P_Ir3YnGNE/w328-h400/gullsWC.jpg" width="328" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">Gull Couple <br />Watercolor sketch<br /><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Jz6HtgrBI3dW2DCZhlBiwRPWER84yKklPf8FTnlKGiDxVk1eN1PXkV2C74AYQFNTF6WdqJ10XbKOr2M6wreFwLHNFXMIdw2AYQMbeqZ8MlcJcmhq9TYco1DCG5ihbNhliaPtjRJtc8uLKhimcLs7tzhrF-KrnigB158sTGvao_LhMgR8ZtHOtmclDu4/s1365/abstractanglesC1996.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Jz6HtgrBI3dW2DCZhlBiwRPWER84yKklPf8FTnlKGiDxVk1eN1PXkV2C74AYQFNTF6WdqJ10XbKOr2M6wreFwLHNFXMIdw2AYQMbeqZ8MlcJcmhq9TYco1DCG5ihbNhliaPtjRJtc8uLKhimcLs7tzhrF-KrnigB158sTGvao_LhMgR8ZtHOtmclDu4/s320/abstractanglesC1996.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">Angle Abstract<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ink & Watercolor<br />4.74 x 6.5 inches</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">Ink and watercolor abstracts are my relaxation images.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">Nothing I found is being tossed. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">I pulled out a few photographs to</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">place them in a to paint folder.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">I am happy to report that I remember each image,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">(not so much the dates though).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">I've been puttering all morning. So maybe the nasturtium thing</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">will prove to be a positive addition to my lifestyle.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><i>P.S. Post's title change because every time I read it, for a second or two,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><i>my mind scrambles with reading...sorting old art folders as sorting old farts.</i></span></div>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-52725525086259935882024-02-26T09:13:00.000-05:002024-02-26T09:13:00.451-05:00Monday Morning Pondering<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipf5_m5k6F10veyZfyQOIUUJbbiyQ6SC6ZKWRWMAGc51unU1LOgqWVyyOkt2_i1JExJpCfl4O3kGlsdpUwqsgnb_zBZMwrMeg2wz26nJCw8CE47cTFfV7dw2qP5KEBQp2fUINQRYHPYgUmuvrgWUnwVh-9kfQmDXcKrzMKqAQbVZz3x2p520KgvkrdTec/s1226/naturtium2019orange.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="974" data-original-width="1226" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipf5_m5k6F10veyZfyQOIUUJbbiyQ6SC6ZKWRWMAGc51unU1LOgqWVyyOkt2_i1JExJpCfl4O3kGlsdpUwqsgnb_zBZMwrMeg2wz26nJCw8CE47cTFfV7dw2qP5KEBQp2fUINQRYHPYgUmuvrgWUnwVh-9kfQmDXcKrzMKqAQbVZz3x2p520KgvkrdTec/w640-h508/naturtium2019orange.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee; font-size: medium;">Nasturtium</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />A thought. If I stare at a color in the morning, then what hue will help stimulate my brain to wake up and get going? I think a warm color like orange is a no brainer as it is a cheery color.<div> <div>Browsing old photographs, I find the nasturtium in sunlight to be a good place to start. A peppery tasting plant, I feel it has the lift that can help me.</div><div>Noting the sunshine in the photo factors in, summer is 115 days away. Better to focus on Spring that is only 22 days away.</div><div><br /></div><div>Every morning this week, Monday to Friday, I will spend a few minutes looking at the orange flower. I will write down my energy levels and what I did that day. On Saturday, I will post my findings.</div><div><br /></div><div>No doubt there is a study somewhere doing a similar exercise experiment. I want my results. Maybe this week I'll find a study to read.</div><div><br /></div><div>Is there a color that perks you up? </div><div><br /><p></p></div></div>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-47139448466104717832024-02-25T13:57:00.001-05:002024-02-25T13:57:33.349-05:00What the Weather Brings<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtqN-1pw9JsDgtJtEuIJ12tNbZ4SySH7eBt_y1yW_NMv7_tlnaPHIXXWvtEhBxDN1OIpzri-4tBPTM85wB63RDpgeDTxUgKzLarCLOk-JW0Y2OcYKIoguNqdH9Sf5m_lGj1npXDw3X1QGGpDqjWnsEXHk7SYqRvZdl8JTazrq11x7x38pHzuTy2zft3cI/s1742/landingMarch2020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1412" data-original-width="1742" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtqN-1pw9JsDgtJtEuIJ12tNbZ4SySH7eBt_y1yW_NMv7_tlnaPHIXXWvtEhBxDN1OIpzri-4tBPTM85wB63RDpgeDTxUgKzLarCLOk-JW0Y2OcYKIoguNqdH9Sf5m_lGj1npXDw3X1QGGpDqjWnsEXHk7SYqRvZdl8JTazrq11x7x38pHzuTy2zft3cI/w400-h324/landingMarch2020.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">Canda Geese<br />Early to mid March 2020</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRLziY8mpBTSgHKFzHbRJ8kD6PRpKrkl0conIXeWfsuhrE9R3coOe80P31KdtcWR6Ac3KtBFkjutMGRK-7d-ezab0IcM4t4G89x8KK9BACSIplfQbaG1VULqr4qee-XyHi8SmNFrwEAvWQqrqDX_ZhpI97G7a1D-cC1JMUCEsoIUlS7x8tMABWbUO7vUQ/s1234/March2020CGeese.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="763" data-original-width="1234" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRLziY8mpBTSgHKFzHbRJ8kD6PRpKrkl0conIXeWfsuhrE9R3coOe80P31KdtcWR6Ac3KtBFkjutMGRK-7d-ezab0IcM4t4G89x8KK9BACSIplfQbaG1VULqr4qee-XyHi8SmNFrwEAvWQqrqDX_ZhpI97G7a1D-cC1JMUCEsoIUlS7x8tMABWbUO7vUQ/w400-h248/March2020CGeese.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">Canda Geese at Dead Creek Field<br />On or about 7 March 2020</span></td></tr></tbody></table> <p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2QET0AsU7h1Pww65Fil-c4V7E_sm7hTXAzVyz1KvMQByIKzrZCsA-Vw8LD4CTkvBRKxxUc1_kDsbOZnZL3ckGSTfjWUh6Y3O1dN8JYXl9uHNEErC7iThWWLxlUHgRVrCEyIsKaVAye9xynQt2e342vTF4eiPgx7uT5xf6LdEw8TbsJt9fxPGNtMqi3Es/s1969/LateMarch2020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1969" data-original-width="1373" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2QET0AsU7h1Pww65Fil-c4V7E_sm7hTXAzVyz1KvMQByIKzrZCsA-Vw8LD4CTkvBRKxxUc1_kDsbOZnZL3ckGSTfjWUh6Y3O1dN8JYXl9uHNEErC7iThWWLxlUHgRVrCEyIsKaVAye9xynQt2e342vTF4eiPgx7uT5xf6LdEw8TbsJt9fxPGNtMqi3Es/w279-h400/LateMarch2020.jpg" width="279" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">Late March 2020</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Handlee;">Week before last when I saw Canda Geese at Dead Creek Wildlife Refuge, I thought they are early. Given the way the weather has been this year 2024, warm to cold and back again, I return to see if there's a larger flock or just the small one. I saw no geese at all the next week. That doesn't mean they aren't there. A small flock arriving early might be their way of doing things.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Handlee;">Looking at more March 2020 pictures, I see a snowy one taken around the 23rd of March 2020. Aha, a reminder there can be a lot of snow late in March. </span></p>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-56707162009450189932024-02-25T00:00:00.003-05:002024-02-25T00:00:00.237-05:00Freezing Over?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRkArCwd6WTftsAO840PgN4Vl7In6RZ9E9U7kjJEDNmLrzkJwShOB2KtG15TApZCRvda0lnmVT5BNXHzYFjwagVufGmJeYp_IY5PKgIX1I4iXW-fFVI7q-G_WAO7CmHOETHad8XDiW-rY-J6lRz2fNUWBrIrepB13rzPH3f_nzF5N5mhFoVrTJHBuyYcY/s2136/LakeChmplnFeb2024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1882" data-original-width="2136" height="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRkArCwd6WTftsAO840PgN4Vl7In6RZ9E9U7kjJEDNmLrzkJwShOB2KtG15TApZCRvda0lnmVT5BNXHzYFjwagVufGmJeYp_IY5PKgIX1I4iXW-fFVI7q-G_WAO7CmHOETHad8XDiW-rY-J6lRz2fNUWBrIrepB13rzPH3f_nzF5N5mhFoVrTJHBuyYcY/w640-h564/LakeChmplnFeb2024.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Libre Baskerville;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Libre Baskerville;">In mid February Lake Champlain </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Libre Baskerville;">doesn't look to me to be </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Libre Baskerville;">freezing over at the Upstate New York </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Libre Baskerville;">and Addison County, Vermont border.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Libre Baskerville;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Libre Baskerville;">Have a good week</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Libre Baskerville;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-80366338034058247722024-02-24T13:11:00.009-05:002024-02-27T18:45:09.700-05:00A Perspective On America<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHBPqIx324ojC4zc395ysxyWLYREZD2yRE2JnttXMrd9uUuhLafBUqWOeSJ6n3GPywHEoMPty2ZGmFk6BZgvaJAe2FJFthT8j8LfkG3Vb5pzTC3B8FcYLeh6xtn2dSTtQERj45p4aYkwSN7TdJiXPJCYwAhu6uWhFZamMXNWQGLB5q_CaC6GVC-0SK05A/s2500/GreenMountainsAddisonVTFeb2024.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1406" data-original-width="2500" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHBPqIx324ojC4zc395ysxyWLYREZD2yRE2JnttXMrd9uUuhLafBUqWOeSJ6n3GPywHEoMPty2ZGmFk6BZgvaJAe2FJFthT8j8LfkG3Vb5pzTC3B8FcYLeh6xtn2dSTtQERj45p4aYkwSN7TdJiXPJCYwAhu6uWhFZamMXNWQGLB5q_CaC6GVC-0SK05A/w640-h360/GreenMountainsAddisonVTFeb2024.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">Route 17 Roadside Vermont<br />Unplowed winter field in Addison County</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> <br />In the distance are the Green Mountains.<p></p><p>A Google map search for the specific name of that section, is as any search for a topographical map labeling all the mountain features, peaks, ranges, and such is very lacking. As lacking as me, after all these years, for not finding the right map I'm looking for in order to be able to name the Earth features I post photographs of. My bad. I will try to fix that.</p><p>I know for sure that horizon is the Green Mountain National Forest. The Green Mountains Presidential Range in Addison County Vermont is in those distant mountains, Mount Abraham 4006 feet, Mt Grant 3623 feet, Mt Cleveland 3482 feet, Mt Roosevelt 3528 feet, and Mt Wilson 3745 feet. One day I will figure out which peak they are. (Note, there is also a Presidential Range in New Hampshire.)</p><p>Until then...folks, that is a part of America you are looking at. </p><p>When you vote, you are protecting that land and all that is in it, including the living inhabitants. I say inhabitants instead of people as a courtesy because I don't know how many genuine not of Earth aliens there are, if any, on our planet. I suspect based on factual reports over decades, they are here or else it is us from another dimension.</p><div style="text-align: left;">Have I been listening to too many weird podcasts? </div><div style="text-align: left;">Watching too many weird shows? </div><div style="text-align: left;">Reading UFO reports? </div><div style="text-align: left;">No, is my answer. </div><p>I'm being realistic. If I sound crazy weird, then just take a look the person under inditement many are supporting as a candidate for President of the United States. Explaining that is far more strange than believing aliens from outer space live on planet Earth.</p><p>Seriously folks, think about that.</p>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-10054273114299505252024-02-23T15:12:00.000-05:002024-02-23T15:12:08.799-05:00A Winter Rummage Sale...Woohoo!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-IChis70cA0z32DP_ySdBRNJFY3TmdYxNDajXlcro3u0nSsbwjodqlHOzmf3kjWhvibnh-6I0dKarTU7ykEfQwf7ApMxT7Ycx1KRi0DHnCVSA-wRfGcTR-k92nmnYHy-uwgWuS_sWqg9C6QxKtapEaLyXNsY4bPV7kyiU8JOEw8D6S5uPWII8DDPVhD8/s1600/ncklcplasticFeb2024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1429" data-original-width="1600" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-IChis70cA0z32DP_ySdBRNJFY3TmdYxNDajXlcro3u0nSsbwjodqlHOzmf3kjWhvibnh-6I0dKarTU7ykEfQwf7ApMxT7Ycx1KRi0DHnCVSA-wRfGcTR-k92nmnYHy-uwgWuS_sWqg9C6QxKtapEaLyXNsY4bPV7kyiU8JOEw8D6S5uPWII8DDPVhD8/w400-h358/ncklcplasticFeb2024.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Sedgwick Ave;">A rummage sale in the middle of winter!</span><p></p><p>Yes, a local huge rummage sale at Saint Peter's Church lured me out and about ... around people. </p><div style="text-align: left;">The focus going in is to not buy much because I have enough of much. </div><div style="text-align: left;">First thing at the door, on the check out desk is a covered jewelrly display. And what do I see!? A necklace with 1950s era style design. I was done for! I will make it into a bracelet.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The haul: 4 pants, 2 blouses, 1 dress, 1 skirt, and 1 pair of water shoes.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Every item is not only a garment I can wear now, but ones I like as well. No will lose weight, this will fit me by then or might be my size were purchased. I also did not buy any fool myself into thinking I'm a fitness fantatic by wearing athletic wear. </div><p>I didn't look at every thing because there is so much. I will probably return for a leisurely browse. There are particular fabrics that I look for no matter what the garment. </p>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-6004356710751974862024-02-23T11:24:00.003-05:002024-02-23T11:24:57.360-05:00Day 54 of Week 8 in February 2024<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7mWpEmJD3QUnAdMJP0Og8Oiv1x3Z8H7OjD3I8-_fYEnHDMhwS1nbhiCAo_XEVAmt-nleAbuJjaV_7eYqMu1LoDyIDRsStkL-3enquDJK8h1Aref2Q73OuvhQGpc4WxklWYew1BDvUf0qnVUCBIvMYSLTvHTvRLUskFW-IBvnYsNHxnwAL4bwIiIPKQaQ/s3378/lookingupFeb2024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3378" data-original-width="1900" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7mWpEmJD3QUnAdMJP0Og8Oiv1x3Z8H7OjD3I8-_fYEnHDMhwS1nbhiCAo_XEVAmt-nleAbuJjaV_7eYqMu1LoDyIDRsStkL-3enquDJK8h1Aref2Q73OuvhQGpc4WxklWYew1BDvUf0qnVUCBIvMYSLTvHTvRLUskFW-IBvnYsNHxnwAL4bwIiIPKQaQ/w360-h640/lookingupFeb2024.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Gelasio;">Have things been looking sideways or up for you?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Gelasio;">Is seeing another white winter sky beginning to instill fear?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Gelasio;">When is the last time you had a cannoli or a chocolate eclair?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Gelasio;">The last poem you memorized?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Gelasio;">Bought emory boards?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Gelasio;">Asked your socks where they want to go?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Gelasio;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Gelasio;">Spring is 25 days away</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Gelasio;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Gelasio;">Have Fun Exploring </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Gelasio;"><i>A When Was That?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Gelasio;">Weekend!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Gelasio;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Gelasio;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Gelasio;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-87225678103685610872024-02-22T11:17:00.011-05:002024-02-22T11:21:45.557-05:00When the Sunshine Is Just Right<p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGYKQPzapqSDHDraZ-3Y5v_clZHc1ZKpfp3P9pZIXHg4g_me1mFCN4Cp7y9I0mNiainLJaffq0yIA60SrkoN5DESEghxsInZfhbAkUrtR2pOUo76cplXp2sHBb-v-C54F5aenZhbRb0dNd71LPI28OQTnOh8I8p4OBMom6hLF6g-uMsNqa3VHauH2-ff4/s3057/spiderFeb2024.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3057" data-original-width="2185" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGYKQPzapqSDHDraZ-3Y5v_clZHc1ZKpfp3P9pZIXHg4g_me1mFCN4Cp7y9I0mNiainLJaffq0yIA60SrkoN5DESEghxsInZfhbAkUrtR2pOUo76cplXp2sHBb-v-C54F5aenZhbRb0dNd71LPI28OQTnOh8I8p4OBMom6hLF6g-uMsNqa3VHauH2-ff4/w286-h400/spiderFeb2024.jpg" width="286" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">Spider Plant & Friends</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: Gelasio;">The plants are moved to the dining table for a bask in the February morning sunshine. They can see outdoors to be glad they aren't out there on a very windy day. The outside flap for the stove hood vent signals high winds to me before I even look out the window.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Gelasio;">Moving my life around to be in the sunshine would be nice. But, that would take a major move to a much lower latitude. Do you know the latitude you live at?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Gelasio;">If you go to forecast.weather.gov (National Weather Service, NWS), and put in your zip code, then you will see a topographical map on the right with the Point Forecast for that station's zip code. Your exact coordinates can be taken by using a compass with that feature. (How far down from the North Pole you are and how far west from the meridian in Greenwich, England.) </span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Gelasio;">A fun bucket list item is to see what it feels like to be on Earth's <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Equator">Equator.</a> According to Wikipedia, there are 13 countries that it passes through. The closests to me would be in South America. Interesting though, Hawaii is the American state closests to the Equator at almost 19ยบNorth. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Gelasio;">At 44ยบNorth, I'm a ways away from the Equator. I haven't even passed through the Equator.</span></div><p><span style="font-family: Gelasio;">Have you been on the Equator? To Hawaii? South America?</span></p>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-90608100968098631222024-02-21T09:28:00.011-05:002024-02-22T19:01:14.480-05:00Glitch, Shred & Exercise<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaNAZhHaxJ3VH3bdwmkhueyb43wWd-orMgWZ7cePUKUljKMXDAL4rmOVq4bG1VZLaAqmOA3coUlDbx2m-MXqj_eFaoI48NzTgB4AmWLDUx-fjnDskY_VBI1aNAgsoOsUoq_h_O699f1rmh-coaqaeeJDkGTBVQxlnM9MboFRm7L8222IsEafAX2VUrqYY/s1266/treefrog2019August.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="948" data-original-width="1266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaNAZhHaxJ3VH3bdwmkhueyb43wWd-orMgWZ7cePUKUljKMXDAL4rmOVq4bG1VZLaAqmOA3coUlDbx2m-MXqj_eFaoI48NzTgB4AmWLDUx-fjnDskY_VBI1aNAgsoOsUoq_h_O699f1rmh-coaqaeeJDkGTBVQxlnM9MboFRm7L8222IsEafAX2VUrqYY/s320/treefrog2019August.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Assistant;">On the dashboard page, upper right profile photo: The click profile photo drop down box no longer works from the dashboard page. Instead. There is a blank box stating:</span><div><i><span style="font-family: Handlee;">Something went wrong</span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-family: Handlee;">Refresh to try again or chose another account</span><span style="font-family: Assistant;">. </span></i></div><div><span style="font-family: Assistant;">The</span><i style="font-family: Assistant;"> "</i><i><span style="font-family: Handlee;">chose another account,</span></i><i style="font-family: Assistant;">" </i><span style="font-family: Assistant;">is a blue font link. </span><span style="font-family: Assistant;">I don't recommend clicking on an unfamiliar link in what appears to be in a glitch*.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Assistant;">In the past, when that blank box appeared, it was due to logging out from another Blogspot page before closing that tab. In order to sign out, I have to click on another feature, like Gmail. From the gmail page, when I click on the profile photo, the drop down box is normal.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Assistant;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Assistant;">๐๐๐๐๐๐</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Assistant;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Assistant;">Sunny again today here in Vermont. Same routine as yesterday fills my day. I've done enough puttering to build a full grocery bag of shredding. Later in the day, when the noise is more tolerable, I'll get that task started.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Assistant;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Assistant;">I haven't recorded the days, but it has been a while since I dropped anything on my foot, bumped into anything, strained a muscle, seen a mystery bruise or got a paper cut.** I feel fortunate. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Assistant;">Thinking here, balance has improved. I've taken to playing Jezzball.net again, a game of hand to eye coordination exercise. It doesn't however, improve my spelling or the automatic spell check guesses. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Assistant;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Assistant;">How are your days going?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Assistant;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Assistant;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Assistant;">*<i> The glitch is gone. The normal drop down box is back.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Assistant;"><i>** The very next day, cleaning fridge, drop something, pick it up, go to stand up...Bam!...the very corner of open cabinet door beans me good. No lump or broken skin though.</i></span></div>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-3393492415919271392024-02-20T09:59:00.000-05:002024-02-20T09:59:34.821-05:00It Is Another Tuesday<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5JF7wGCtZsBKog3LSwJ-Lx13M-89sNCBbvXlcpDBZA6azIKgdwQC_CjE4ePwERuiRSbhIB5i-MWL_UtGP3ZS6ypmcdxpkCVQA4Tesguy5VKc4r3LCSfd3nqRBzhSap9e774Z2Xs5prJh-hobJ205-QnOhUq8v6hPhRrhuhrbKnaaLug1XlWsXiKEeXo8/s537/circlesfirst001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="537" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5JF7wGCtZsBKog3LSwJ-Lx13M-89sNCBbvXlcpDBZA6azIKgdwQC_CjE4ePwERuiRSbhIB5i-MWL_UtGP3ZS6ypmcdxpkCVQA4Tesguy5VKc4r3LCSfd3nqRBzhSap9e774Z2Xs5prJh-hobJ205-QnOhUq8v6hPhRrhuhrbKnaaLug1XlWsXiKEeXo8/w400-h269/circlesfirst001.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">Circles 2023<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Digital photo</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />The memory of creating the digital photograph on the left is stored so deep that I can't reach it.</p><p>As we get older, feeling worried when we don't remember something can feel very unsettling. Taking the date created, I can go to that folder to see what else I was up to in 2023.</p><p>As for today, the sun is shinning. It is cold. Spring is a mere 28 days away. The carnations I bought two weeks ago are just fading. None of the buds opened though. My spider plant looks like it just got home from an all night rave that it wasn't ready to leave. Blogging, again, is on the when to stop radar, blip yes, blip no, blippity blip as it goes. </p><p>Time to read a book.</p>Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496751718603210818.post-23486704215862567792024-02-20T09:31:00.006-05:002024-02-20T13:22:59.002-05:00Here's What Happened<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKswrK1W2FitLoHCkDlUeWkX2P4RwBei0AJX13hv11Zf2Zs2gUrLiq5JlJPOGFPevsnQ6pqiZd1_xYWZVUnDntGUKPihKbdlNMhzFB8JpzRIltxPmK_TbIRzK4S9JBhV9KQ52Ihj6yAgC3-pLgHUMS1TO7L4utF3nCC_cmQZP2Wp_8bxwN91WtCu1b9Ic/s2418/arrowA.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2418" data-original-width="2000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKswrK1W2FitLoHCkDlUeWkX2P4RwBei0AJX13hv11Zf2Zs2gUrLiq5JlJPOGFPevsnQ6pqiZd1_xYWZVUnDntGUKPihKbdlNMhzFB8JpzRIltxPmK_TbIRzK4S9JBhV9KQ52Ihj6yAgC3-pLgHUMS1TO7L4utF3nCC_cmQZP2Wp_8bxwN91WtCu1b9Ic/s320/arrowA.jpg" width="265" /></a></div>Earlier I posted a YouTube video of snowing February 27, 2020. I removed it because I had a hissy fit after seeing an ad for kids' games on Youtube using a photo of a woman with her well formed rear end facing the camera, soft porn obvious 100% inappropriate. <p></p><p>I reported the ad. </p><p>Then I did a search for YouTube and such ads. Apparently disgusting ads, videos and shorts are not new to YouTube. I've seen that myself when not logged into my account, Youtube porn videos open to the general public. To be fair, YouTube has removed content that violates their policies. Why an obviously soft porn ad missed the censors is a mystery to me.</p><p>I deleted all my catgegories, watch history and Watch Later videos. Now I'm all alone with my own YouTube videos. In protest, I'm not watching YouTube today. Then I got to thinking. Who benefits from trashing YouTube? What is the biggest competition YouTube has? Ah, tic tok? Hmmm? </p>
<br><br>P.S. First Microsoft security alert my computer has been locked due to
somebody using my IP Address. I click on something on facebook, an article about an actor couple lost in a house fire. Article has a big house fire image.Salty Pumpkin Studiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.com8