The Saracen's Head

Quoteful Monday: West, West Away...

The path that went by the little house had become a road.  Almost every day Laura and Mary stopped their playing and stared in surprise at a wagon slowly creaking by on that road.

Wild animals would not stay in a country where there were so many people. Pa did not like to stay, either. He liked a country where the wild animals lived without being afraid. He liked to see the little fawns and their mothers looking at him from the shadowy woods, and the fat, lazy bears eating berries in the wild-berry patches.

In the long winter evenings he talked to Ma about the Western country. In the West the land was level, and there were no trees. The grass grew thick and high. There the wild animals wandered and fed as though they were in a pasture that stretched much farther than a man could see, and there were no settlers. Only Indians lived there.

One day in the very last of the winter Pa said to Ma, "Seeing you don't object, I've decided to go see the West...."

 

...So Pa sold the little house. He sold the cow and calf. He made hickory bows and fastened them upright to the wagon box. Ma helped him stretch white canvas over them.

-Little House on the Prairie

This is a drawing of our covered wagon in which we're heading West. That is Jonathan and Josiah on their horses up front.

The dog's name is Jack, I think. I can't quite be sure. It might be Roverandom or something.

-posted by LGT

 

Artful Thursday: The Tree Killer

Sharkey: (aka Saruman, The Tree Killer, &c) Leader of the gang. Wears dirty brown overalls and a baseball hat. Preferred implement of destruction: Chain saw. Drives a black pickup truck.

51: An old man, stooped from years of bulldozing. Wears a baseball hat and a chequered jacket.  Famed for infamous deeds  and for the quote about his job which gave him his name: 'I been doin' this 51 years, and it gets worse every year.' Preferred implement of destruction: bulldozer. Drives a red pickup truck.

'Tomato Face' Bill Ferny: New member of the gang. A tall man with a red face, a beard and sunglasses. Preferred implement of destruction: giant shovel machine. Drives a green pickup truck.

Worm: (aka Grima) Wears a baseball hat and a dark jacket with the hood up to conceal his face. A small, slinking character. Seldom seen to do work, he sticks to Sharkey like a deer tick. They say he was once a man of Rohan, but it is not known how long it has been since Saruman bought him. Preferred implement of destruction: unknown. Apparently doesn't own a pickup truck.

***

Once upon a time in a bonny land, when there was 'more green and less noise'..

"Every tree has its enemy, few have an advocate."

-J.R.R. Tolkien

"(Too often the hate is irrational, a fear of anything large and alive, and not easily tamed or destroyed, though it may clothe itself in pseudo-rational terms.)"

 

posted by L.G.T.

Artful Thursday: Holy Thursday

The Last Supper, graphite by Mary Rose

Wordless Wednesday: Museum of Natural History

Posted by Lydia

Work in Progress Tuesday: Helm's Deep second stage

Today being Trewsday, I am posting WIP. Since Helm's Deep is the biggest picture I'm in the middle of, I am posting it. I am still working on it, e'en tho' I start'd it in March. Y'see, there was lots o' schoolwork tae do then, an' I was right busy.

"Drop the scottish accent and git on", sez you. So I will do just that.

As I said th' last time I posted WIP, I usually start a picture by drawing it in pencil, then penning it in, then I color it. This is the penned in stage:

 That's Legolas, believe it or not, who is fighting a wild man at the top of the ladder. Upper left corner. He only has four arrows left...

 Lots of orcs. Yrch Unotime, may be the right elvish translation... but it might not. Black waves of them. And Wild Men, don't forget.

"Each time a man fell two others leapt to take his place."

Wild men climbing up ladders, ropes with grappling hooks, the defending crowd of Rohirrim, a hail of stones, the gate, the Deeping wall, a rain of arrows going and coming.

 

 And Eomer and Aragorn leading the sortie. Their shields are quite decorative now, are they not?

There, I'm done with this post. It's short, but less is more, as the saying goes.

"We ought to sing 'Spanish Ladies'," said Titty. "Farewell and Adieu to you fair Spanish ladies, adieu and farewell, you ladies of Spain, for we're under orders to sail to old England and we may never see you fair ladies again.........." "Of course, we're going the other way, but it doesn't really matter.

ARTFUL THURSDAY: 13 Pictures by A. R. B.

Now, if anyone looks at this blog...and then at their calendar...and then at the blog again, they might have cause to wonder why I am posting ARTFUL THURSDAY on a Friday.Well, beacause I didn't do it yesterday! Obviously. So, anyways, here are my thirteen pictures, and, as Lydia predicted, not one of them is of a bird. Nope, No nice crunchable birdses. (which isn't quite true, as there are one or two in the margin of the first)

A treasure-map: drawn with coloured pencils & pen upon very aged paper (not). Note: R. C. B. stands for Robert Charles Bowline, a renowned pirate.

This item was drawn last July; the rest are all from this present year.

 Here is a random Hobbit-kid from a page of heads (head-sheets, as we call 'em). I really don't know why the Photographer got my pencil-box in the shot, but that is what the Photographer did.

 A coloured pencil head-portrait of Eowyn:

(some girls really do get the pony)

 
 

 This strange loon is meant for myself.(though unfortunately the ice cream cone was ficticious) I also wonder why I am wearing such an odd chin.

 This scrawl is only from a couple weeks ago! It is a fantasmagorical depiction of Mary Rose watching  The Zago. Actually, M. R. was originaly intended to be a Random Elf, which should explain why she has pointy ears & looks nothing like herself.

 This is a pen&watercolour pictchur entitled 'Random Rohirrim'. It also serves as an example of the art of making lots of people that are all the same, only different.

 A drawing called 'Orc Helmets'. Includes Frodo & Sam complete with Mordor shields and Beak-Like Noseguard.

(Where there's a whip, there's a will, my slugs!)

 

 These people are not rangers of Ithilien, but of Adnohr: Conceptual art for Mary's novel ilystrations. Ulric & Gillian, to be precise.

 & this is Fillan himself:

Yup, he really does have blue eyes. Also, don't tell anyone, but this picture actually is called 'Fillan the Villan'; it's inscribed on the back. (note Fillan is not really a villain)

 

 And now we come to the most recently-drawn picture in this post. A small head-portrait from my sketch-book. Some relative, I think.

Acshully it's supposed to be Jonathan.

 This Sacred Heart badge ATC is both Zagoifically & Historically accurate. Drawn in coloured pencil. 

 This ATC is only Zagoifically accurate. Like straight out of the Zago.

 This picture is crooked out of the Zago (only partialy Zagoific, that is). It is also the last of this post, as well as being the biggest & most complicated. 9x12, coloured pencil. I forget what it's titled, proly something like 'The shadow of the Past'. I made it for Lydia's birthday-present.

 

 Here follows some Allegorical Angles & Closeups of the same:

 

 

 

 So endeth this post. Or maybe it doesen't...

Once upon a time in a hole in the ground lived a little green rabbit with pink ears.....etc., etc., etc..

Posted by A. R. B.

ARTFUL THURSDAY: 13 Pictures by L.G.T.

Here goes for my pictures. Do you know what? They are ALL of birds. HAHAHAhaha! Foiled again! You thought I'd do a post not about birds (probably you had a sneaking suspicion it would be about birds). 

(When I show folks like Josiah and Anna bird pictures they're like, 'Oh birds' and 'Can't you show me any people?' ) 

Here is a 2008 rendition of the Numenorean Kirinki. They are mentioned in A Description of the Island of Numenor in Unfinished Tales by JRR Tolkien. A classic example of how natural extinction can occur when a species exists only in one location and is confronted by a natural disaster. Well, it wasn't exactly natural, but close enough.
 

A 2009 Nature Journal/Sketchbook page features astoundingly un-astute remarks on identifying Sharp-shinned and Cooper's Hawks! Before I'd heard of using their flight style and wingbeats and head size to tell them apart! To think I had such a terrible time...

This is 8.5 x 11 inches. A 2010 Great Northern Diver (a Common Loon). It is coloured pencil and was a submission for a wildlife book with illustrations by students in it (I wonder if it got in?).
 

2010 was also the year of The Owl Box. I used to watch Molly the Owl all the day long and half the night and drew barn owls daily. Those were the days. This is a pastel of Wesley, youngest owlet of the first clutch. She was the last left in the box when everyone else fledged. 
 
 

This one is Wes' sister.  Don't she look related? The youngest of the second clutch several months later, also left alone in the box. Carrie sleeping on one leg.

 

Undated studies of a Ruby-crowned Kinglet in watercolour. The top right one looks really weird. But the bottom one was a successful depiction of how the bird frequently flicks its wings as it forages.
 

Bluebirds of 2011, watercolour. I had an idea to make an ATC every day of the baby blues as they grew, but I only got them to five days old.
 

Unhatched eggs make great pillows and props to hold up one's heavy head.
 
 A page from my sketchbook- birds labeled with their Latin names written in elvish letters. A great pastime for LotR-minded birders.

March 2012: An American Robin on Heather. A commission. There could be several explanations for why an American bird is on an Over-the-Pond plant. Heather has been introduced I-don't-remember-where in this country. Or it could be a vagrant robin flown over the sea, in which case all the birdwatchers of England are probably hiding in the heather with their spotting scopes gaping at it with delight.

Here's an ATC from May depicting baby Whooping Cranes!!! They're drawn from pictures on Operation Migration. It has actually turned out, though, that #9-12 was dropped from the class.
 
Another ATC in graphite of the great and famous Konrad Lorenz with his long string of goslings. They think he's their ma. 'Quag geggeggeggeg' et cet'ra.

Just the other day I carved a rubber stamp of a fledgeling robin. It is mildly alarming to see rows of the same bird with their mouths wide open begging. I need to make a worm stamp to feed them all.
 

Last: My latest finished bird at the moment. Pen & coloured pencil Solitary Sandpiper in my bird sketchbook. 
 

THE END. Are you tired of bird art? Don't worry, Anna's post shd. bring a change.

ARTFUL THURSDAY: 13 pictures by Mary Rose

 Howdy, folks! Ain't it a long time since we've blogged? Well, now it's the hols and we have lots of time to draw pictures and blog about them.

Since Josiah just posted Artful Thursday on his blog, a series of three 13- pictures- each- posts, we're doing the same. Here's my thirteen:

The first one is entitled Legolas by the Anduin. It depicts that famous elf leaning on a bollard and looking at the seagulls in Lebinnin.

"The Lady warned me to be ware of the gulls and now I cannot forget them."

 The next picture is titled below. Sir Raymond is someone in my novel who wears a gull feather in his helmet, like most soldiers in his country.

 

 "Gondor, Gondor!"  Boromir, a sketch from my sketchbook.

 

 This one is called Merry and Pip feeling happy. It's a small painting of those hobbits standing around with thier shields for no apparent reason. "We are now knights of the Mark and Citadel, as we hope you observe."

 

 Eth. is the very short title of this dralling. Eth. stands for Etheldreda, another person in my novel.

 

 Numbers six, seven and eight are called Gimli Gloin's Son, Legolas in Lebennin, and Aragorn son of Arathorn. A series done in graphite.

 

 Frodo in the Tunnel, yet another of those small paintings. The authors of this blog each have thier own flourbag in which to keep thier small drawings. Anna has quite a lot.........

 

 Merry and Pippin in Fangorn, Experiment in Watercolours No. 1. The title tells you all you need to know about it, except that it's bigger than the flourbag drawings.

 

 Aragorn the Tall Heir of Kings and Eowyn the White Lady of Rohan.

"Thus Aragorn beheld the Lady of Rohan for the first time in the full light of day, and he thought her fair, fair and cold."

 

 Erresea, in Elvenhome. This is Gimli, Legolas and three random elves coming in sight of Erresea.

"....then Legolas at last followed the desire of his heart and sailed across the sea."  Note: This is 122 years after the first picture called Legolas by the Anduin.

Yes, they are in a ship, believe it or not. Doesn't look like one very much...
 

 Alright, this is The End. This is Number Thirteen itself.

Traveller's Tales. Legolas, Frodo, Pippin, Gandalf, Gimli, Merry and Sam sitting around in Ithilien telling tales after the fall of Barad-dur and the F. of C. and all that.

  

"Orcs, and talking trees and leagues of grass and galloping riders and glittering caves and tall ships sailing passed before Sam's eyes until he was bewildered."

"There you go again, talking about ents, but what they are beats me."
 

 G'bye.

"And as for me, I will walk in the woods of this fair land, which is rest enough.....But Anduin is near, and Anduin flows down to the Sea. To the Sea!"

 Posted by Mary Rose

Marian ATC Swap

Hear ye, hear ye! Our darling Mother is hosting a Marian ATC swap this month!

For those who do not know what an ATC is, here is an explanation: Firstly, an ATC is an Artist Trading Card. One artist draws a picture on an ATC and gives it to another artist who gives another ATC in return. ATCs are 2 1/2 x 3 1/2 inches and therefore are fun and easy to trade.

So, anyhow, Mother is posting a large ATC swap for all artists of all ages from little children to great grandmothers.

Here are the details:

~Each person  in the swap will send to Mother 5 ATCs of Our Lady.

~Each participant will receive 5 different ATCs in return.

~ Each ATC the participant receives will be by a different artist.

~All participants will please have his/her cards postmarked by Wednesday, May 30.

~If you wish to be in the swap, please leave a comment. You can also see Mother's post here.

If you have a blog you can post about the swap, just grab the image above!

Thank you! Have fun!

"Goodbye with kisses!" cried Mrs. Belinski

posted by Mary Rose (who else would quote Mrs. Belinski?)

Poetry Friday: Illuminated Manuscripts

 Today for Poetry Friday I am posting these illuminated manuscripts I made for various birthdays.

The first is Gandalf's song of Lorien, made for Lydia.

In Dwimordene, in Lorien

Seldom have walked the feet of men

Few mortal eyes have seen the light

That dwells there ever, long and bright

Galadriel! Galadriel!

Clear is the water of your well

White the star on your white hand

Unmarred, unstained is leaf and land

In Dwimordene, in Lorien

More fair than thoughts of Mortal Men.

Lady Galadriel, her mirror, a silver ewer and golden leaves falling. The grass is strewn with elenor and nephredil, and in the sky shines the light of Earendil.

 

I pass the test. I will diminish, and go into the West, and remain Galadriel.

Next, a song of the Elves (from the Hobbit), for Kateri.

Sing all ye joyful, now sing all together! The wind's in the treetop, the wind's in the heather,

The stars are in blossom, the moon is in flower, and bright are the windows of night in her tower.

Dance all ye joyful, now dance all together! Soft is the grass and let foot be like feather!

The river is silver, the shadows are fleeting, merry is May time and merry our meeting!

Sing we now softly, now dreams let us weave him, wind him in slumber and thier let us leave him!

The wanderer sleepeth, now soft be his pillow, lullaby, lullaby! Alder and Willow!

Two elf maidens with flowers and gems in their hair playing silver harps in the moonlight.

And last but not least... the Song of Beren and Luthien, for Una.

The leaves were long, the grass was green , the hemlock umbels tall and fair

And in the glade a light was seen, of stars in shadow shimmering.

Tinuviel was dancing there, to music of a pipe unseen,

And light of stars was in her hair, and in her raiment glimmering.

Then Beren came from mountains cold, and lost he wandered under leaves

And where the Elven river rolled he walked alone and sorrowing

He peered between the hemlock leaves, and saw in wonder flowers of gold

Upon her mantle and her sleeves and hair like shadow following.

Enchantment healed his weary feet that over hills were doomed to roam

And forth he hastened, strong and fleet and grasped and moonbeams glistening.

Through woven wood in Elvenhome she lightly fled on dancing feet

And left him lonely still to roam in the silent forest listening.

He heard there oft the flying sound of feet  as light as linden leaves

Or music welling underground in hidden hollows quavering.

Now withered lay the hemlock sheaves and one by one without a sound

Whispering fell the beechen leaves in wintry woodland wavering.

He sought her ever, wandering far where leaves of years were thickly strewn

By light of moon and ray of star in frosty heavens shivering.

Her mantle glinted in the moon as on a hilltop high and far

She danced and at her feet was strewn a mist of silver quavering.

 

And that is all. Goodbye!

Arwen Vanimelda, Namarie!

posted by Mary Rose

WORK IN PROGRESS TUESDAY: Helm's Deep

Last Wednesday I started this picture of Helm's Deep. Book three (in the Two Towers) is prolly my favorite part of Lord of the Rings, and Helm's Deep is undoubtedly my favorite chapter of the Two Towers. So naturally that's what I decided to draw when I took it into my head to draw a huge picture.

Being 28.5 by 22.5, it is the largest picture I've ever drawn. This is me working on the floor: I start most pictures by drawing first in pencil, then I 'Pen it in', then I color it in with coloured pencils.

In the right corner are Aragorn and Eomer leading a sortie:

"This is the hour when we draw swords together!" 

The two swords flashed from the sheath as one. "Guthwinê!" cried Eomer," Guthwinê for the Mark!"

" Anduril!" cried Aragorn," Anduril for the Dúnadan!"

Don't I draw ugly orcs? (Not as ugly as Alan Lee's, though....)(As a matter of fact, my orcs are a cross between Ted Nasmith orcs and Alan Lee orcs)."These orcs are not FROM Mordor."

" WE ARE THE FIGHTING URUK HAI! WE DO NOT STOP FOR NIGHT OR DAY!"

These are wild men climbing up the wall: I've never drawn wild men before, so it is a new experience. One of them is falling off the wall and making horrible faces of vengeance as he clings desperately to the gate.

So, that is that. I'll have to post more pictures when I'm done, but at present I haven't even finished sketching it in!

Namarie! Nai hiruvalye Valimar. Nai elye hiruva. Namarie!

posted by Mary Rose

Artful Thursday: Book Three-ish Pictures

Boil 'em, roast 'em, stick 'em in a stew...

But apart from that, what do you think of this? White tinted charcoal on black papier. White charcoal? I don't get it. Oh, well. Here is a picture I drew. It's called: Leggy son of Thranduil & Gim son of Gloin Stand on the Wall of Helm's Deep in a Lightning- Storm & Look with Interest Upon the Uruk- Hai. Long title, ain't it not? And, no, Gimli is not getting struck by lightning.

Wasting my mother's construction paper without even asking. How misrebul. (that was a joke. say 'ha ha')

 But enough idle jokes. Here is a sad picture: Don't cry. (meaning you should)

Actually I have been plotting this one since who- knows- when, and I've finally got 'round t' doing it.

It is a bit too Zago, and a bit too Ted Nasmith, but other than that, what thinkest thou?

 Posted by Anna Ruth

Presents I Made (A. R.)

  Once upon a time there was a giant. He had three heads, and he lived in a BRASS CASTLE!

Well, anyways, all that was beside the purpose, if you take my meaning. What I meant was here are all the presents I made!  (that was obvious) At any rate, first are Dad's stocking stuffers:  

An A.T. C.-size painting of the nativity and a crocheted dishrag. Dishrags make great gifts, but they are boring, absurd or even contemptible.

For Jonathan, I made this small wooden plaque. (Y' know: J. M. K.) (M as in Michael) Shiny, ain't it?

Here are Mother's S.S.s.The one thing was meant to be an Icon but isn't very. Too bad. Also a rubber stamp I carved o' St. Anthony (just what she always wanted)(for the purpose of stamping envelopes, parcels, etc.)(it's stuck to a wooden block to be more decorative)(what's the deal with putting things in parenthesis?)(?).  

This is Jonathan's other S.S.: A book with the words t' Waltzing Matilda in elvish in a dittle book. Complete with illustrations of swagman, jumbuck, tuckerbag, matilda, and troopers. And the paper is aged with watercolours! For Josiah, I painted this watercolour bookmark with a quotation from the story Master of all Masters. And that blue thing in the bottom left-hand corner is another book in elvish, The Rattlin' Pass (just a variant).The thing about that one was that, as the verses got longer and longer, my writing was obliged to become smaller and smaller. Velly intelesting.   

I made a bookmark for Lydia, too. Hers is more epic, though. Besides being drawn with pen-and-ink, alliterative poetry (and magoific at that!) is just infinitely superior to barnacles and such, in my opinion. We heard of the horns in the hills ringing... Anyways I also gave Lydia this little sketchbook I made.

Mary Rose's S.S.s: Merry Rows wanted a picture of Imrahil like unto the one I drew back in 1492, so I painted this for her. Too bad most of his banner isn't in the shot. But the black paint made of purple and green is pretty convincing, don't you think? I made her that bracelet, too, but it is nothing of consequence.

So, on to Eliza's!  Wow, two presents made with the sewing machine, and they weren't failures, or even semi-failures! The mittens are made out of a wool sweater, and the headband isn't (that was obvious). Anyone can see it was made from decorative ribband and white stuff). 

 I gave Kateri a sketchbook like Lydia's, only different (the kind you whip up on the sew-machine). And a  Z. the S. G. peg doll. Nhg.

For Mother and Dad I crocheted a couple o' black wool sparfs.

Mum's has a ruffle, but Da's doesn't.

I didn't even know what t' give Jonathan until Christmas eve! A scribbled-on tea-cup! Unfortunate thing: some of the stars have six points and some have seven. Untidy.

I also viciously chopped up another wool sweater and put it together the wrong way. It ended up looking sort of like a Knightcap, so I gave it to Josiah, even though he ain't rilly a knight.   

Lyd's M.P. was this glumpy apron made out of a sheet. It is terribly unepic, alas, alack!

  

I gave M. R. a wood plak (wow, bad spelling!) o' St. Cecelia: this one is woodburned and watercoloured both at once! You may notice that the halo is crooked and the harp is igsty, but we waive that point... (bother, I already used that quote in some other post).

For Kateri I painted a full-colour map o'  Narnia, as she has become somewhat obsessed with that place of late. Lots easier than Middle Earth, but not as spiffy.---- --- -- ------- -- --, ---?

 I gave Eliza a puppy dog for no apparent reason other than I wanted to make one. Zowie, people thought I was off my chump for buying  such a strange sweater as I did (it looked like a thneed!) (fuzzy brown stuff to make the puppy out of) 

Well, that's all the presents I made. Only twenty-four.

So, you see, Bilbo had come in the end by the only road that was any good.

 Posted by A. R. B.

Days 29 and 30: A place you want to go and Congratulations Banner

 Hip, Hip, Hurrah! We're done with the last days of the challenge!!!

Here are our pictures for Day 29: A place you want to go:

This is my picture of the Aran Islands, Ireland: Since I read Francie on the Run by Hilda Van Stockum(Irish, American and Dutch author), I have wanted to go to Ireland and in particular, I want to go to the Aran Islands. I must go down to the sea again, to the wild sea and the sky, and all I want is a tall ship and a star to steer her by......Now I've got sea fever again!

And here's Anna's picture: What do you know! It's the sea! I can just hear the mewing of the gulls,the pounding of the surf, the wind blowing and I can smell the salt air and the artificial waffles that you eat in the Chincoteague hotel....You might think we're elves the way we long for the sea!

And next is Lydia's picture: The hawkwatch at Braddock Bay, Hilton New York. We went to the Bay of Belfalas once and I think Lydia got to go to that wood platform and see the hawks flying over the Bay, but I'm not sure. She wants to go for the spring raptor migration. We all want to go to such wet places, "WATER! WATER!" (said Sam hoarsely).

And on to...The congratulation banners (The green flag of Rohan and the blue of Dol Amroth and...): Mine is first again: Me with the badly spelled banner proudly waving aloft and Mount Doom exploding in the distance as the eagle flies off with never mind who...I have thrown my pictures on the ground in triumph and scattered the pencils in the grass (not really) and wave the flag with glee, crying "Hooray! I can draw whatever I want!" Not that I disliked the challenge, o no, it was awfully fun!

Here's the picture drawn by Anna: She can spell. (pout pout) Hers is a cool, cool dragon! Mayhap Bard will shoot it with Black Arrow (and we'll all cry "Up with the bowmen, down with moneybags!") And I must say that the border is velly nice!

Now Lydia's is the coolest of the lot! And all her drawings are fluttering in the breeze - you can see (if you look closely) the one of Shadowfax and the Gryfalcon and the apple and the other stuff of that sort. Also note the Whooping Crane as the figure head!

Notice the gleeful smile as she throws all her drawings to the winds!

Thus endeth the post of the last days of the Third Age....O, bother! The last days of Pompeii....No good! The last days of the Age of Sail...NOOOO! Make a final effort...THE LAST DAYS OF THE DRAWING A DAY CHALLENGE!!!! Hooray! I said it!

A million thanks to Shealynn for hosting this fun challenge! Thank you, Shealynn!

So, goodbye now.... So here's a health to the company, and one to my lass, let's drink and be merry... for we may and might never all meet here again.

Posted by Mary Rose

Drawing Challenge Days 26, 27 & 28

 Something you don't like, Someone you love & Anything you'd like

First are our Dislikeable things: can't say I like Mordor! Now I've used up all my black watercolours.

Lydia's is a really terrible subject: An orc. Horrid old Lurtz with his bow. Ugh!

Mary Rose's is a black rider. Well! Such stuff we draw! That's what happens when you're supposed to draw something you don't like. Wasn't our idea.

Now for more pleasant pictures: next on the agenda is Someone you love.

I drew Daddy standing about on the mountaintop admiring the scenery with his favourite toy. Also some turkey vultures. No, there aren't really big black borders floating around the sky. Artistic license, see?

Mary Rose's is of the Blessed Mother.
 

And Lydia painted this super-duper picture of Kateri.

She has her new teddy bear, her funny white hat and The Silver Chair.

Day twenty-eight was anything you'd like: an easy thing to draw. These are only from yesterday!

Mary drew The Fellowship at The Bridge o' Khazad-Dum. Zowie! But why does everyone always say Moria, and then the bridge of Khazad-Dum?

I drew this semi-zago person on his horsie.

And Lydia's is of zago Shadowfax galumphing o'er the plains.With mountains in the background.

Mountains, Gandalf!

Posted by Anna Ruth