🌱 El(iza)beth 🌬️ K 🔥 T 🌊

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This Anna's hummingbird loooves my flowering camellias this December 🌸 💗 - I just learned they live here in Portland year round

Quite a sweet view from the breakfast table

#bloomscrolling #birdsky #mindfulmoment

Butterfly closed her eyes and sighed. “I dreamt I was in a stadium arena. Like in picture stories. Thousands of chairs faced in toward a giant screen. “Blurry figures sat in some of the other seats. But I sat alone. A seer spoke on the screen, inviting anyone who could hear to choose peace, and come to Portaland to join the web of light.”

Oooo, I got this one!
#WIPsnips #screen

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An upside-down woman with open eyes and a moth landed on her swirling hair against a night sky. A hypnogram of a week’s worth of sleep data frames the figure. Each vertical band represents a night of sleep, starting at 9 p.m. White indicates wakefulness, pale blue is REM, soft blue is light sleep, and deep navy marks deep sleep. These bands reveal the nightly cycles through dreams, deep restorative sleep, and bouts of wakefulness. By Kindra Crick #art #painting

“Dialogue with the Darkness”
Mixed media and cold wax | 24 x 30in

A portrait and sleep data for insomnia as part of my Nocturnal Worlds series.

What shape do your thoughts take at 3am?

Day 3 of #ArtAdvantCalendar
#mixedmedia #sciart #sleep #insomnia #hypnogram

LOVE this!

oh jeez seeing this as it is happening! Sounds amazing, hope it's going well

very cool ... do they ever have shows?

New Orleans was once a city below sea level, surrounded by river, lake, ocean, and swamp on all sides. It had been a place where spirits swirled like currents, rarely finding permanent purchase. The ground was so moist that the dead did not stay buried. Now all that city was beneath Bayou Bay, an extended Gulf of Mexico finger of Cthulhu. Old New Orleans, and almost all of old Louisiana, were now covered by salty, polluted, dead waters.

New Orleans, a magical #city below sea level, where the dead would not stay under the earth
One day, the city itself will be under the waters that lap at it
#WIPsnips

Thanks, Laken! 😊 It's fun to get an assembly line sort of thing going. But the embroidery ones do take a minute 😅

variety of cards I made with trees on snowy hills

🌝 Happy Cold Moon 🌝

❄️ I'm feeling good about sending out little pieces of holiday art today! So fun ✨

🎄 This year, I experimented with embroidering stars on the cards

I've always loved ✨ fun ✨ mail

#HolidayCards #SaveTheUSPS #artsky #crafts #witchsky

Lovely!

In a flash, she saw Whitaker in her mind. Focused, unsmiling. The crisis of her situation drove them both to connect. He must have felt her peril. She was raw in her desperation. She projected to him the image of the cloud monster that dominated her current reality. She felt him “see” it, and immediately her feet took her to the north.

In climate catastrophe, the disaster itself takes center stage to dominate our attention

#WIPsnips

oof gorgeous

🥰 She's my Beauty

mural on an inner SE Portland building of early automobiles and a man on an antique bike with rolling brown hills behind on a brick red background train tracks and a modern bike lane in the foreground picture taken Aug 21, 2025

Ye Olde Street Art in the Wild West

#StreetArt #TagTuesday #Portland

good old hot late summer evening ☺️

front of sunflower-butterfly- Portland mural building from across SE 7th

Here's another angle fro the evening ☺️

building in inner SE Portland with butterfly, sunflower, and suggested Portland skyline mural

It's a beaut!

It brings me hope! 💛
And it’s so inspiring and magical ☺️

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I saw something about that! So exciting that the ranks of organisms that can maybe transmute some of our issues are growing. I always loved Paul Stamets' & others' research about mushrooms isolating and even 'composting' otherwise toxic waste...

rim of luscious moss devouring my aging garden bed that is barely strapped together

ALL HAIL MOSS

even though it likes to eat my roof and garden beds

#MossyMonday #MacroMonday

Her father wanted his body offered there. To help heal the land. As she crunch crunch crunched through the Rockies, she saw the flames from his funeral pyre in her memory. The brush pile billowed dark smoke, her father’s most treasured belongings glinting and flapping on top. The brown fingers flopping out when the pile settled, as the fire roared. She remembered her 11-year-old self wailing and lurching forward. An overwhelming urge to feel that hand on her head. As she had so many times. Her mother had grabbed her and held her, her cheek on Niwa’s head, where her father’s hand should be.

Hmmm, no "belong", but is 18 "belongings" too many? 🤔

#WIPsnips

epic shot 💚

close up of fire in my fireplace

"You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. ... Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese" with fire in the background

"You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
...Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination"

Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver

#ImageAndVerse

Niwa sat with her past self, each sharing glimpses of places they had traveled to, and wise ones they had met. Beauty that grew up through the cracks of challenging times. She marveled at the number of humans, the creativity, the food, the way they so easily moved around in his times.

What will future descendants think of this abundant world we live in?

#WIPsnips #number
#post-collapse

I know i can't take it 😭🥰😊

fluffy tortie reunited with her favorite winter cozy blanket

ha ha no they just seem to be super reflective & change with the light 💚💛

Thank you, Beth! 😊💕
They write themselves ha ha