Autumn

Yes my dears, It is that time of year again. The men folk are out proving their mad skillz and man hood, By potting a buck. They are getting up at egregiously early hours in the freezing cold, To sit for hours in a tree stand, Not moving, Waiting for that magical moment when they sight that magnificent prince of the forest to put a bullet through his heart.

This could go on all through the season.

This to me is uhyggeligt. I am not getting up at 0′Dark:Early hours to kill something. No.

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“to be small, quirky, unique, ferociously independent and still be able to survive”

From high atop beautiful downtown Appleton, In the darkest hours with two dogs, a snake, a cat, some sea monkeys, a computer, and a radio for company.

I am an artist. I am a silver smith, but I will also engage in other art pursuits as well

Since my retirement my life is my own.

Art and learning is a major part of that life

as is embracing my inner child AKA The Little Bad Ass.

I do however, Choose to share it with my soul mate Paint:

She is my wing man. She is my best friend.

And then there is Bobo, Her sidekick:

The Adorable Miss Bouhaki

The Formidable Zombi

The sea monkeys are too tiny for a good pic…

Anyone who wants to be part of my life and can fit in after the wild kingdom and I are welcome…

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