Thursday
Jul172008
The Yarnista Answers Your Questions, installment four.
Thursday, July 17, 2008 at 8:37PM
Today we shall tackle three weighty topics. The types only a Yarnista of the highest caliber would be able to even begin to ponder.
Kelly asks,
Q: If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can’t I paint you?
A: The answer is really quite simple, Kelly. You must not have any artistic talent.
It's OK, join the club. I draw all animals exactly the same way, I just change the ears and tail.
Q: Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near?
A: Because I live amongst hundreds of thousands of birds.
It's not that they appear when I'm near, it's that they're always around.
Here is a picture of the view from my back yard:
This was during a torrential rainstorm that later left us without power:
What you can't see is the embankment that dips down about twenty feet, and the creek at the bottom. Deer. Opossum. Rabbits. Raccoons. Moles. Chipmunks. Squirrels. Birds. They all appear when I'm near.
And finally,
Q: Who let the dogs out?
A: Very likely, my six year old son.
Thank you, Kelly, for giving me the opportunity to navigate the inner workings of the universe.
Join us again next time, when the Yarnista will again ponder the unponderable!
Kelly asks,
Q: If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can’t I paint you?
A: The answer is really quite simple, Kelly. You must not have any artistic talent.
It's OK, join the club. I draw all animals exactly the same way, I just change the ears and tail.
Q: Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near?
A: Because I live amongst hundreds of thousands of birds.
It's not that they appear when I'm near, it's that they're always around.
Here is a picture of the view from my back yard:
This was during a torrential rainstorm that later left us without power:
What you can't see is the embankment that dips down about twenty feet, and the creek at the bottom. Deer. Opossum. Rabbits. Raccoons. Moles. Chipmunks. Squirrels. Birds. They all appear when I'm near.
And finally,
Q: Who let the dogs out?
A: Very likely, my six year old son.
Thank you, Kelly, for giving me the opportunity to navigate the inner workings of the universe.
Join us again next time, when the Yarnista will again ponder the unponderable!
Reader Comments (4)
Hi, found your site through an ad on Ravelry. I love nature photos, yours are lovely! I'd like to use the first one as wallpaper on my Zune mp3 player.
Brilliant, my dear Yarnista. My life has been fully enriched now knowing the answers to my most puzzling questions.
Yours,
Kelly
I thought it was my three yr old son who let the dogs out.... Oh, no, that was the cats! :-)
Forgot to say, Maryland has some very beautiful parts to it. Your pictures remind me of when I lived there. Nice and green now, too. Pretty.