When I started this blog, I called it “stray” thoughts, and I wrote “I am a dog person”. At the same time I never realised I would soon be joined by a canine collaborator. Then one day I was doodling in a meeting, and there was Bertie. After hanging out for a week, he decided to stick around, and started begging for a proper home. With his name on it. Melting doggie eyes, irresistible.
“Bertie” was taken, so Ablogdog it is.
Bertie is all packed.
For anyone who’s dropped in: Thanks for stopping by, I really appreciate it.
I am really busy at the moment, so have only taken a quick peek at what you are doing. It is a little intimidating to see the art work some people are producing here, and I’ll certainly be going back to enjoy at leisure. E.g.
Hope to see you at the new site.
Is the owl really wise?
From my childhood I remember “The animal fair” by Alice and Martin Provensen. Beautiful illustrations, cute stories and rhymes. One my favourites questioned stereotypes.
“…And though the owl is known as wise,
he’s never won a spelling prize.”
So who really knows? Bertie doesn’t.
Another rare sight: a flying witch
How do I know it’s a witch?
See the flaming cat on the broomstick? Only witches have cats like that. Bertie could have told you that. Speaking of which. Why do curled up dogs and cats always look so cozy and warm?
Makes you want to curl up yourself, doesn't it?
Just can’t bring myself to close the flame painter.
Bertie the blog-dog as abstract art.
Lazy sunday. I spent all day playing with my new app, the Flame painter. Wow. This is art. Not the results, but the pure joy of playing with colours. I encourage everyone to try the free online version. Peter Blaškovič other simulations are also worth a look.
- A splash of spring.
Just playing with lines.
- Rare sight: the mating flight of the phoenix.
The male circles, showing off his magnificent fire-tail to impress the female above. If she descends, he’s in with a chance. Rarely seen, phoenixes in mating plumage are thought to bring luck, and the male display seen from below is probably the origin of the “angel” myth and shape.
Bertie and me, we like to sleep in. But we need to go buy some dog-food, before the shops close. And a blog-dog gets hungry…
What a week! Being a blog-dog is exhausting.