Rainy morning. I’m savoring each drop of wet. And the idea of an entire day tomorrow to hibernate in my own bubble of dove gray.
Yeah it’s true. This blog has been hijacked by a troupe of banana-eating monkeys. Regular programming will resume. Eventually.
Thanks to an abundance of gorgeous scrapbook paper in our supply cabinet, we made Shoo Fly & Ohio Star quilts this week in math. One on the front and another on the back.
Visual poetry. Made richer by knowing that 4 packages arrived this week from Carol by way of Michele. Carol, who died of breast cancer at the young age of 53 and left her supplies to Michele, who in turn found a good home for them at the little classroom in the big city. (We used her paper in the quilts.) Thanks Carol. We heart everything. We heart it a lot.
The sticker stash is extremely popular. And the images? I really couldn’t have hand-picked a better collection.
The child above has a good eye for balance. I admire her restraint in doo-dad application.
I’ve said it before. I’m deeply fascinated by the images that flow out of this pencil.
From these little boy hands. This ability to draw from the mind’s eye is uncommon.
Image after image just pours out and every single one can be explained. Tiny ships threatening to capsize in oceans wild.
This sketchbook was new a few days ago, but it’s nearly filled now. A bigger one will be provided. Along with a brand new set of Prisma colored pencils (thanks again, Carol).
Such ferocity! I hope he never stops building little fires and sending his smoke signals out to the world.
This week I introduced photos to the mix. More ideas are blooming than I can keep track of. Books to hold stories illustrated with stickers.
Adding lines of typed text to pages in the visual journal. Folded books made from a single sheet of scrapbook paper.
Love letters written to future selves.
I could go on, but I’ll stop.