"Nah, you can still see the goldfish. They're the orange blobs hiding in the green murk!"
Meh. Mostly here to post that frog ramble, but whatever. Going to take a nap after this; I got back to work today at four (yay, earning money! Because CTCon left me with significantly less than I had before) and I want to be awake on the job. So. Frog ramble.
Title: (Still thinking of one...)
Category: Drabble/Story
Genre(s): Narrative, Nonfiction
Rating: G
Summary:: I met a frog one day by the edge of my pond...
With Illustration (large image warning)
The other day, while I was taking a brief stroll by the pond, I met a frog. He was a charming little fellow, some four inches long and green-nosed with a coppery brown back, and he seemed for all the world content to sit on his rock near the water's edge and watch the world. I, for my part, decided to sit next to him, and he shared his rocky perch without a grumble - can frogs grumble, I wonder? Anyway, I sat, and he sat, with a good six inches between us.
Frogs, as it turns out, are possessed of infinitely more patience than I. After ten minutes of watching, I started to fidget. I bent down near to my amphibious companion, on hands and knees, and stared into his large, shiny, wondering eyes. From a distance, many people think frogs are ugly, but if you can get within a few inches of one, they really do have beautiful eyes - deep pools of sparking, fiery orange and brown with enough intricacy that a human being could spend hours noting each little fleck and shade, framing a jet-black pupil. He blinked once. I blinked back.
Looking away, I noted a few orange and gold flashes underwater, as the goldfish continued their game of eternal tag. There are some koi in the pond as well, actually, but within five minutes of adding them to its waters, the goldfish had found them and convinced them that they were merely misguided goldfish, and all had started playfully shoaling together.
After some time, the frog allowed me to pick a small twig off his chin - it looked itchy to me - and we locked gazes again, face to face, noses less than an inch apart. I imagine he found me to be perhaps the ugliest being he had ever encountered, but he seemed aware that I meant him no harm, and did not mind my nearness to him.
It is not often that a human being can get near a small prey animal without it running, or at least with its fear reflected in its eyes. This frog, on the other hand, seemed totally unaware that human beings ate frogs' legs for dinner. He did have a certain air of curiosity about him, for certain, so perhaps I was just another unusual, fascinating element of his morning watch. I imagine we would have made an amusing photo, two so very different creatures nose to nose staring, but no one else was around.
After several minutes of prolonged staring, I looked away, and resumed gazing over the pond. The frog continued watching me. I could feel his gaze, intensely studying my features. After awhile, I couldn't help but smile. The day was so warm and promising, and only a slight breeze ruffled the leaves in the nearby trees. I felt touched, not by anything particular, but by the warm and bubbly feeling one gets on a nice day with nothing to do with a suitable companion to pass the time quietly.
I probably could have sat on that rock for hours, had my mother not come to see where I had run off to. The presence of another individual, even a well-meaning one, sort of killed the mood. So I briefly dipped my finger in the pondwater and stroked my froggy acquaintance on the back and nose, hauled myself off the ground, and headed back to the house. But for perhaps an hour, I managed to spend an enjoyable and memorable time with myself and a frog, a special experience for a short time. Perhaps I will find my frog (although he may see it instead as finding his pet human!) on another warm morning, and we can have another silent chat.
As a side note, the frog photo associated with that story is available at my devantART account as a print. Froggie Photo on dA
Let's see... what else... I'm coloring a really crummy inking of Arra I did at CTon when I got bored.
It occurs to me I need to make an icon of Arra for use here.
Also thinking of just buying myself an actual domain so I can do... something internet-related. Other than sit here and ramble endlessly. You know.
I suppose that's all for now.
Title: (Still thinking of one...)
Category: Drabble/Story
Genre(s): Narrative, Nonfiction
Rating: G
Summary:: I met a frog one day by the edge of my pond...
With Illustration (large image warning)
The other day, while I was taking a brief stroll by the pond, I met a frog. He was a charming little fellow, some four inches long and green-nosed with a coppery brown back, and he seemed for all the world content to sit on his rock near the water's edge and watch the world. I, for my part, decided to sit next to him, and he shared his rocky perch without a grumble - can frogs grumble, I wonder? Anyway, I sat, and he sat, with a good six inches between us.
Frogs, as it turns out, are possessed of infinitely more patience than I. After ten minutes of watching, I started to fidget. I bent down near to my amphibious companion, on hands and knees, and stared into his large, shiny, wondering eyes. From a distance, many people think frogs are ugly, but if you can get within a few inches of one, they really do have beautiful eyes - deep pools of sparking, fiery orange and brown with enough intricacy that a human being could spend hours noting each little fleck and shade, framing a jet-black pupil. He blinked once. I blinked back.
Looking away, I noted a few orange and gold flashes underwater, as the goldfish continued their game of eternal tag. There are some koi in the pond as well, actually, but within five minutes of adding them to its waters, the goldfish had found them and convinced them that they were merely misguided goldfish, and all had started playfully shoaling together.
After some time, the frog allowed me to pick a small twig off his chin - it looked itchy to me - and we locked gazes again, face to face, noses less than an inch apart. I imagine he found me to be perhaps the ugliest being he had ever encountered, but he seemed aware that I meant him no harm, and did not mind my nearness to him.
It is not often that a human being can get near a small prey animal without it running, or at least with its fear reflected in its eyes. This frog, on the other hand, seemed totally unaware that human beings ate frogs' legs for dinner. He did have a certain air of curiosity about him, for certain, so perhaps I was just another unusual, fascinating element of his morning watch. I imagine we would have made an amusing photo, two so very different creatures nose to nose staring, but no one else was around.
After several minutes of prolonged staring, I looked away, and resumed gazing over the pond. The frog continued watching me. I could feel his gaze, intensely studying my features. After awhile, I couldn't help but smile. The day was so warm and promising, and only a slight breeze ruffled the leaves in the nearby trees. I felt touched, not by anything particular, but by the warm and bubbly feeling one gets on a nice day with nothing to do with a suitable companion to pass the time quietly.
I probably could have sat on that rock for hours, had my mother not come to see where I had run off to. The presence of another individual, even a well-meaning one, sort of killed the mood. So I briefly dipped my finger in the pondwater and stroked my froggy acquaintance on the back and nose, hauled myself off the ground, and headed back to the house. But for perhaps an hour, I managed to spend an enjoyable and memorable time with myself and a frog, a special experience for a short time. Perhaps I will find my frog (although he may see it instead as finding his pet human!) on another warm morning, and we can have another silent chat.
As a side note, the frog photo associated with that story is available at my devantART account as a print. Froggie Photo on dA
Let's see... what else... I'm coloring a really crummy inking of Arra I did at CTon when I got bored.
It occurs to me I need to make an icon of Arra for use here.
Also thinking of just buying myself an actual domain so I can do... something internet-related. Other than sit here and ramble endlessly. You know.
I suppose that's all for now.