Looks like I showed up a little late again, the place is empty!

Look in the shadows - - -

Bro. Wolf,
I see em, I guess we are never really alone. Just like them Timber Wolves in northern MN.
Ya don't always see em, but they are there!

aaaaOOOOOOOOOoooOOOOoooOOOOoOoooooo!

Getting long in the tooth - -

That funny rasping sound is my hind pockets dragging across the floor. I always knows when it's quitting time, cuz I've turned two or three circles looking for some tool or something that I can't remember what it was I was looking for - -

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Originally posted by greywolfghost:
I always knows when it's quitting time, cuz I've turned two or three circles looking for some tool or something that I can't remember what it was I was looking for - -

Wolf, That's when you're supposed to take a break and drink another beer and think about it for a while.

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Originally posted by peaceforall:

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Originally posted by greywolfghost:
I always knows when it's quitting time, cuz I've turned two or three circles looking for some tool or something that I can't remember what it was I was looking for - -

Wolf, That's when you're supposed to take a break and drink another beer and think about it for a while.

I didn't want to end up as "Mr. Three Fingers"! I think I was looking for the Skyll Saw!!

This is a Beautiful piece of inspiration - will have to include it in a chant in near future-ahey!

Go COLTS!! Well, time to get ready for meeting. Will be thinking of Veterans and the folks in Harm's Way and Ft. Hood today-ahey . . .

GWG, mom is right, when ya can't remember what you were doing, or where you left something, take a break and have a beer.

After ya finished the beer and still can't remember,have another beer. If ya still can't remember...well, you get the idea!

Bier Hier!!

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Originally posted by greywolfghost:


Saw ole Mr. Pinion Jay this Morning at first Light
Gliding across the Tribal Camp in swooping flight

He comes hunting for the seed and nuts this one leaves around
Eating some, hiding some, and tossing others on the ground

The doves and sparrows all scatter at his raucous call
Though he doesn't seem intent to bother them at all

He just swoops in and start bobbing about
Squawking with each motion, which puts all others to route

Sometimes he shows up accompanied by another
Hard to tell if it be mother father sister or brother

But this one guesses it be his Mate
And her call seems to warn him not to be late

With the seed he has gathered to take back to their nest
after he has carefully chosen the very best - -

Then blue wings all aflutter away they go
Back off to the land of Myst and Snow - -

This one identifies much with these visitors all noisy and loud
The way just their appearance tends to scatter the crowd - -

Seems that's what happens each time this one decides to speak
Tribal folk immediate cast about eyes for shadows to seek - -

This one definitely means no harm
Just looking for someone to talk with - friendly and warm

But maybe deafness makes me speak too loud
And many deep ideas keep thoughts in a cloud

This one thinks on Wakan Tanka and the tragedies of the World
Wondering why critter Man into so much disaster be hurled - -

Sees no answers - tries to run away from all
But the brain is cooled by the Warrior's call

So the Tribal Camp seems the right place to be
After years of wandering over Land, Sky, and Sea - -

But this has become a lonely place now Day After Day
Soon come the deep White from the Mysty Mount to cover all - yatehey - -



bump cuz it happened again
So I guess I'll turn in - -

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Originally posted by greywolfghost:
This is a Beautiful piece of inspiration - will have to include it in a chant in near future-ahey!

I look forward to reading it.

The wheels are turning - but the brain is burnt
Have to put it off to another day
When the Spiritus Mundi hasn't drifted away - -
A little too tired to rattle tonight
The Genius has taken flight
But the morrow will bring a special Day
Then I'll clack the keys, you can bet - yatahey - -

"Pintos"

"I was observing a small group of chestnut horses in a grassy meadow when I became aware that they were 'observing' me. This seemed like an interesting situation for a painting. I also thought it would be fun to have the horses observing you, the viewer, before you could find the horses! So I began to think of ways to camouflage them. The chestnut horses became Pintos, and the grassy meadow turned into a backdrop of rocks and snow." - Bev Doolittle


Well ~ I finally found the artist I had mentioned (months ago) ~ Bev Doolittle.

Pictured above “Pintos” there are 5-horses in the photo. . .

Her paintings ALL have “hidden” images; mostly wolves, eagles, and/or Indians.
My favorites are her use of the birch groves.



"Hide And Seek"

Bold in concept, dramatic in execution, and over a year in the making, Bev Doolittle's extraordinary Hide and Seek Suite of interactive images is a delight for both the casual and avid collector.

"I set myself the task of hiding pinto ponies in an environment of rocks and snow," explains Doolittle. "Then I defined and refined each image to create a unique composite work where all the separate pieces come together to spell out the words 'Hide And Seek'".

The result is a masterpiece of "camouflage art" from the unique artist for whom the phrase was invented. Each one of the twenty-four individual images is a delightful exercise in Bev Doolittle's art, blending the pony with its snowy environment brilliantly. But only when all twenty-four come together can you find the letters which are hiding among the rocks and horses.

"Let My Spirit Soar"

"My thoughts fly up like birds it the sky.
I am free. I can fly.
I go everywhere. I see everything.
Towering mountain ranges
and a tiny flower growing in the desert.
I see cities and highways and a fallen tree
I see a grandmother telling a story to a child.
I sit quietly
But my thoughts fly up like the birds in the sky.
Only I know where they go.
When you sit quietly,where do your thoughts go?
What do you see?" - Bev Doolittle

“Two Indian Horses”

"It's fall, 1875. A regiment of the Second Cavalry takes a short reconnaissance ride from Fort Ellis, Montana. The soldiers have stopped to rest the horses and themselves before the onset of winter. As a rule, most people view things from left to right... it's a habit from reading. So, by camouflaging the two Blackfeet Indians, it is my hope that the viewer will pass over the Indians on the extreme left of the painting, continue on down the row of horses to the soldier walking off the extreme right end of the painting. Having most of the horses turned and looking off to the right helps to subtly force the viewer's eye to the right and away from the 'discovery' of the Indians. Discovering the Indians last rather than first helps to make the story more believable and lots more fun. These Blackfeet Indians are about to be two horses richer, hence the title, 'Two Indian Horses.'" - Bev Doolittle

"Two More Indian Horses"

"Ever since 'Two Indian Horses' became a limited edition print in 1985, I've been hearing collector's suggestions that I paint a sequel. Of course, my answer was 'No way! I did that painting already!' However, ten years later I'm eating those words! Without intending to (really), I have found another fun way to tell the same story. The telling of this story differs greatly. You, the viewer, are witnessing not only what is happening in front of you, but what is taking place behind you as well. Although the format of the painting differs totally from 'Two Indian Horses', the same two warriors are at it again - about to shorten the chain of cavalry mounts by two." - Bev Doolittle