Judi Guralnick
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Just entering retirement and loving it. Background is in the arts, particularly theater, arts and crafts. Have traveled the world, and find there is so much to share, so much that has influenced me...
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Needle to Nature
Everyday I literally thread the needle. With blue, or green or brown, or yellow or coral thread. Everyday I thread the needle to recreate scenes of nature, based usually on places I have been or would love to go. They are not quite needlepoint or embroidery, but they are needlework. When I talk about them, I say I am painting with threads. But that isn't quite right either, as even I picture dipping my thread in paint and pulling it across paper. And that is definitely not what these are... maybe thread landscapes?
By Judi Guralnick4 years ago in Motivation
Friends
I was tired and worn out. I had spent the day doing chores, being around people, and I just had to get away for a bit. This old barn was my favorite hideaway. Found on the back part of our acre property, it totally looks like it doesn't belong in a suburban area. Mom liked the house and lot because it was on a street lined with similar houses. Dad liked it because this acre lot was odd shaped with this old barn far in the back near the boundary of our property. The lot was almost a rectangle with chopped off corners. From the sky, our lot looked more like a diamond, with the biggest corner lining the street.
By Judi Guralnick5 years ago in Petlife
Human Villages
Human villages had just opened around the world. These villages were set up by the Robots, that the humans had originally invented. Humans had given Robots artificial intelligence and artificial emotions giving them a bit of empathy, with which they could now live without the humans designing and creating more of them. They could make themselves, and change the world they now dominated. The Robots learned that to make the humans submissive, they needed to wait a full human generation before they, the humans would follow what they were told to do.
By Judi Guralnick5 years ago in Fiction
A Garden
My transformation began slowly. There were bits of seeds planted when we went camping as kids and told to police the grounds before we could leave a campsite. Trash bags were in our cars, and we picked up litter whenever we went on a hike. The seeds began to sprout when I read “Silent Spring” , suggested by my favorite librarian. And roots took hold as my class celebrated the first Earth Day, a day to show concern for the whole earth. The seeds and roots had turned into large plants as my college friends and I went hiking above and spelunking below the Appalachian Mountains. My love of nature was fully formed, and I wanted to take care of this earth, this planet we all live on.
By Judi Guralnick5 years ago in Earth
