After visiting Santa Fe in the fall and seeing the art of Woods Davy, we both thought it might be good idea to try making our own since we wouldn't be able to fork up the $14,000+ it would take to own one of his. Merle took up the task and if I say so myself, he did a pretty darn good job. It's not as big as a Woods Davy, but we have to be able to move it ourselves and this is about as big as we can go. Now, we have to find a base to mount it to that will hold it upright. It will have to be mighty sturdy. I won't give out the secret for how it is assembled, but suffice to say, it is very sturdy and will not fall apart.
So, we have a new area of interest that may or may not expand depending upon Merle's enthusiasm. I would like to see him make a few more that I can try to sell at an art show along with my paintings. However, it won't be long before he starts a new radio controlled airplane project and at that point, the rock sculpture thing will probably fade into oblivion unless I want to take it up. This one is going to reside somewhere on our home premises. I'd like some more of them to put around our property.
In other creative news. I've learned how to create a very basic GIF animation using my Corel PHOTO-Paint software. Basic being the key word here. It's quite primitive looking. However, I plan to try harder and do better over time. Here it is. I'm going to work this little segment into a bigger video that I plan to give to my nephew (the bouncing underweared dude) for Christmas.
As you can see, we are just busting out with creative creativeness. I'm painting paintings too and struggling with that. They are just not turning out as well as I would like them to - which is perfect or at least almost perfect. I may take a break and design our annual Christmas card. That would be fun, something not so serious.......
Our little grandson, Keir, is turning into a little person that is now aware of cause and effect. Like, scream and someone will pick me up. So, the training begins where he screams and someone doesn't pick him up. This is not as easy as it sounds. Partly because you don't want to listen to him scream or cry and then also because you aren't sure if maybe he really is hurting or something OR if you let him scream, will his psyche might be scarred for life. I guess the clue to that is if you pick him up and he immediately stops crying/screaming and smiles, you probably know you are being duped by the diaper beast. 
