Archive for March, 2014

today’s doodle… red suit guy

Posted in computer art with tags , , , on 2014/03/14 by greenteadoodles
random guy...

random guy…

Sometimes when I doodle, I start with an idea and sometimes things just evolve without seeming to have any starting point… this doodle is one of the latter type. I have no idea where this guy came from! ..but I thought he was fun enough to post.

UPDATE:

New haiku from Tom… with his own take on the image!

M’lady’s hat sits
awkwardly on my head as
she climbs winter trees.

image (cc) 2014 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) TJ Radcliffe

 

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today’s doodle… trees

Posted in art, computer art with tags , , , , , , on 2014/03/12 by greenteadoodles
trees

trees

Another quick doodle today since choir practice was cancelled due to a snow storm. I have been thinking about trees a lot lately… planning to plant some this spring – some evergreens and hardwoods – all native species. It should be an interesting project to try to increase wildlife habitat – a long term project!

UPDATE: haiku fromTom!

foggy forest, ferns
familiar falsehoods fading
fermenting futures

image (cc) Hilary Farmer 2014

poem (c) TJ Radcliffe 2014

today’s doodle – tulips

Posted in art, computer art, flowers with tags , , , , , , on 2014/03/11 by greenteadoodles
thoughts of spring...

thoughts of spring…

A very quick doodle today… it has been much too long since I posted! … and I want to celebrate my five year blogiversary!!! Also, I am just getting used to a new computer – it will be fun to figure out what I can do with all it can do!

UPDATE: New poem from Tom for this doodle capturing exactly the feeling of the image!

Imaginary tulips rising high
above the snows whose depth is all too real.
Still they stand, a flag that proudly flies
expressing all that everyone must feel:
BEGONE ye winter snows! Your time is done!
Enough already! Damnit! GO AWAY!
Will will not yield to ice and cold that stuns,
however loudly you must have your say.
In this slog toward springtime we will win,
time and chance are fully on our side.
So though we greet new storms with some chagrin
the only thing that’s wounded is our pride.
Steadfast we stand, the True North strong and free!
O Winter never will we yield to thee.

image (cc) 2014 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2014 TJ Radcliffe