You know ALABASTER the egret. Some people associate alabaster with the soft white stone used for exquisite carvings. Others think of how Mary broke the alabaster container to anoint Jesus with the expensive spikenard perfume it contained. Still others speak of "angellic, pearl-like, alabaster skin". Me? I think of my white egret friend who follows me around the pond and listens to my stories.
The page before that is another flying critter.
I couldn't help but call her VENETIA. Black butterflies have a mystique all their own, but when you add the luminescent blue vents to her wings, well, she's a "knockout." Actually, Venetia represents all the butterflies; recently, a lot of them have been coming by and posing to be sketched--the white, yellow, orange, brown, especially the little gray fella (who's really a metallic lavender).
The critter before this one flies in the water...it's called "swimming", I think.
SLIT is probably one of the oldest of my friends at the park. I still remember when she was a spry thing shooting around in the water, loving to play games. Now she unhurriedly, easily, smoothly pours herself through the pond. "What're you doing here by yourself?" I've asked, and seem to be met with "well, you're not by yourself now, so that's good, isn't it?"
("Slit" doesn't mean She'll cut your throat. It's just that she has a scar--a slit--near her lip, from an accident a long time ago.)
