Laura J Mixon
@laurajmg
Six SF novels. Environmental engineer. Spousal unit. Genderqueer motherbeast. Hatch green, Chimayo red—NM nerd, born & bred. Severe MEcfs. Black Lives Matter, now and forever.
Skyler had to leave the dance party early. You’d think extra legs would make doing the moonwalk easier… *sigh*
(OK, Sarek wouldn’t swear at you like that, but the face also reminded me of Humphrey Bogart in one of his gangster roles…)
BTS: Been eating blueberries for decades but before Stevie started doing fruit art, I hadn’t known they had green pulp and seeds in their center. PS: See the food-art safety tip in the alt-text of this photo.
I loved this little fish so much I had to post a different angle. Here’s Carey the Carp, in profile.
Give it up for Carey and the Carp Sisters! 🎤🎶 “So long, and thanks for all the fish…”
*flap-flap-flap* Mama! Mama! Help! Massive mammals are staring at me! *squawk*
The view out my window. The mountaintop is decked out tonight in hues of orange and rose, beneath clouds that paint the sky in soft greys and golds. Nearer by, the neighborhood trees are waving their greenery in the breeze, bidding the sun safe travels through the night.
Chibi Ackbar has rallied the neighborhood kids. It’s the last star battle against the empire. “Take evasive action!” he shouts. “It’s a trap!”
Pies Steve made for an Aikido buddy and his family, a gesture of love.
Skeptical, much? Steve has a great poker face, but I sometimes wonder if his fruit art is telling me something…
Looks like Frootimon woke up on the wrong side of the bowl. What do you think? I’m feeling like they need a hug or something.
Fruitface Hellboy showed up this morning. “I’m here ta rescue you. Got a problem wit’ dat?”
All right kids! Put away your cell phones. Time for dinner at the grandparents’. Pot roast, potatoes, and pie… and =cultural conversation=.
Today is turning out to be a photo-share bonanza-rama. My sister brought my mom by for quick hugs and I got caught in the act. 95 yo! I’m very fortunate to have her in my life.