My art journal (open to today's page):
Since my handwriting is atrocious...here's what it says:
1. We watched this strange creature flit from trumpet flower to trumpet flower, completely tucking his body into each one while we tried to figure out what on earth it was. A hummingbird? A moth? The offspring of a hummingbird AND a moth? It was getting dark out, so it was hard to see (plus he was moving so fast) & would have been impossible to take a picture (but here's what it looks like in my head).
2. Towards the end, Austin started jumping up and trying to catch it. I like to think he thought, "My people are fascinated with this thing. I'll get it for them!"
3. The clouds were really pretty...just a hint of pink in the dusk sky.
Back when I worked a 9-to-5 (which was actually an 8:30-to-5:30), I kept an art journal pretty faithfully. I'd really like to get back to keeping one, if just sporadically.
Last night's meeting of the strange creature was the perfect makings of a page in an art journal, so that became Today's Creative To Do. I have to admit, I was a bit frustrated and rushed when doing the page, and that (in my opinion) shows...and I'm way out of practice, and that shows, too. Next time, I'll give myself plenty of time (and know better than to spend the afternoon beforehand trying to order supplies from a website that almost always locks up my dial-up internet). But, anyway, I don't think the point of art journals is to necessarily create something perfect or beautiful or to make others ooh and ahh...but to document life in pictures and words. And I did accomplish that much.
I left out of the page, however, the sheer size of the thing. Way too big to be your average moth. The King Kong of moths, maybe. A moth on steroids. The moth that eats other moths for a mid-day snack.
And some notes: Austin (also known as Austin the Wonder Pup and Austin from Boston) is one of my dogs. "We" was me, my parents, and a friend of my dad's, just for historical accuracy (which is a very fancy sounding way of saying: so I don't read that page or this post thirty years from now and wonder who the heck "we" was).
So, just in case you were wondering, as we were, what on earth this strange creature was...I will tell you!
First let me say: I love Google. Do you know what you can do with Google? You can type in: strange mothlike creature drinking nectar from trumpet flowers...
(They're even cooler when you pretend that hummingbird hawk moths are really little fairies who disguise themselves as hummingbird hawk moths when humans get too close. Why a hummingbird hawk moth and not just a hummingbird or a moth? WELL, because they -- the fairies -- had a big fairy meeting in which they voted on whether they would disguise themselves as a hummingbird or a moth and it was a tie, so they decided they'd disguise themselves as a strange creature that was a combination of the two. And where does the hawk part come in? Well, there was one little boy fairy who wanted them to disguise themselves as hawks...but he was the only little boy fairy and therefore way outnumbered...but fairies are nice so they threw the word hawk in to soften the blow.)
P.S. It's been a full week! Two more to go!