• A Murder of Crows

    A Murder of Crows

    It’s snowing furiously outside right now. Which brings me to the subject of crows. They’re hardy, they’re there in the cold winter as well as the spring and summer. For those of you who don’t know it, a group of crows is called a murder. I didn’t find that out until a couple of years…

  • Hurray! I Got Rejected!

    I finally bit the bullet, and sent out an application to a gallery.  I got a polite note back, saying my work was not a fit for the gallery.  Also, the note said, that my information would be kept on file, in case there was a change. (Yeah, right?) So, why “Hurray!”?  I’m celebrating that…

  • Not quite a murder

    The collective noun for crows is a murder.  I have only two here.  To be called a murder, I think it would need to have a lot more.  But, who’s counting? (I’m leaving for a moment to hang my head in shame.  Short of sleep, I resorted to the easiest form of humor, a bad…