the best one is A but i'm not thrilled with any of them i do love the third photo below of the snow covered street at first i wasn't sure it was a photo
Amanda-- thanks! Yeah, A doesn't look so good close up, but the small version hangs together well.
Mr. Who -- Yes, the snow covered ones are probably better.
MIke-- just a poet! What does that mean! Yes, I think A is the winner.
REbecca with the pic of the scary screaming woman with the long neck on her blog -- ahem, there is no unicorn! It's just a regular horse. It was 99 cents for the horse, and 50 more cents for the unicorn. Perhaps the horse has secret plans on becoming a unicorn. I think you're just seeing the ear.
Okay, it might, just might be the painter's fault that she looks so freaky. I'm not sayin.
p.s Last night one of my (young) writing students used / shimmering through the sunlight / in a very dark poem and I told her to take it out all the little unicorns prancing through the meadow, and she didn't really hear me because 2 of the other writers (not so young) were laughing hysterically in the corner.
I teach a workshop in my house once a month, they pay me (don't laugh...the workshop is now in its 8th year and 50% of my writers go on to MFA programs and the other 50% have just come from MFA programs and need rescuing, like feral cats. I feed them and beat them up. Sometimes I teach with my friend Jared at Cascadia Community College. I beat them up, too. Then there's the violin lessons. Yep, I pretty much teach all the time. In fact, right before I was employed at my present glamorous job, I taught music at an elementary school.
p.s. The more I look at B. the more it seems the unicorn has laid a dish of eggs. I'm allowed to say this because we've already established I'm a bitch and I went to art school for 3,000 years to learn how to paint laughing and or screaming women.
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A is just gorgeous. There is a very ethereal quality to it. Go withthat one.
christine,
the best one is A but i'm not thrilled with any of them i do love the third photo below of the snow covered street at first i wasn't sure it was a photo
billy
A is by far the more pleasing to my eyes, but what do I know I'm just a poet. ;)
A! Get rid of the damned unicorn.
xor
Amanda-- thanks! Yeah, A doesn't look so good close up, but the small version hangs together well.
Mr. Who -- Yes, the snow covered ones are probably better.
MIke-- just a poet! What does that mean! Yes, I think A is the winner.
REbecca with the pic of the scary screaming woman with the long neck on her blog -- ahem, there is no unicorn! It's just a regular horse. It was 99 cents for the horse, and 50 more cents for the unicorn. Perhaps the horse has secret plans on becoming a unicorn. I think you're just seeing the ear.
Jeeze, she's laughing not screaming. She's just skinny.
:p
Rebecca -- yes, but the point is -- she's laughing at ME! ;P
Okay, it might, just might be the painter's fault that she looks so freaky. I'm not sayin.
p.s Last night one of my (young) writing students used / shimmering through the sunlight / in a very dark poem and I told her to take it out all the little unicorns prancing through the meadow, and she didn't really hear me because 2 of the other writers (not so young) were laughing hysterically in the corner.
I'm just a bitch.
Rebecca-- I didn't know you taught! That's so cool. Where do you teach?
I believed in unicorns until I was 12; I mean, I believed every time I went walking in the woods I thought I'd run into one.
I was wierd and not shimmering.
I teach a workshop in my house once a month, they pay me (don't laugh...the workshop is now in its 8th year and 50% of my writers go on to MFA programs and the other 50% have just come from MFA programs and need rescuing, like feral cats. I feed them and beat them up. Sometimes I teach with my friend Jared at Cascadia Community College. I beat them up, too. Then there's the violin lessons. Yep, I pretty much teach all the time. In fact, right before I was employed at my present glamorous job, I taught music at an elementary school.
p.s. The more I look at B. the more it seems the unicorn has laid a dish of eggs. I'm allowed to say this because we've already established I'm a bitch and I went to art school for 3,000 years to learn how to paint laughing and or screaming women.
xor
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