Raven Ambition's Aspergers BLOG

About seven years ago I walked into a friend’s kitchen and saw a surprising sight. Ants were marching- swarming really– the butter dish, the corners of the counter top, the dish sponge. Ew!. What to do? We tried an ant killer called Revenge which promised that it’s “weather resistant granules attracts and kills both sweet and grease/protein eating ants (including entire colony and queen). ”

So my friend followed the directions and put some Revenge liquid on a scrap of junk mail. This is what I saw a few hours later when I walked into the kitchen:

I call this photo: “Ants can’t read, apparently…”

It can also be called “Last Supper.” It’s one of my favorite pictures. Here’s another favorite picture which I took myself:

My picture tells a story, doesn’t it? I was tie dying some shirts that day (obviously) and when it came time to clean up the mess; I hung my shirt over the bathroom safety rail to dry. When I returned to the room hours later, I was surprised to see that the toilet paper roll had actually been a bit too close to the shirt. It tie dyed itself!

I’ve posted the following picture before:

Get it? I set up One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish Blue Fish!

In 2007, I was walking through the arts district in New Haven with my friend Barb when we stopped in to a coffee shop. I liked the high ceiling, paintings on the walls from local artists, leather armchairs and best of all, I liked the ladies’ rest room. I couldn’t resist taking this picture:

See me in the mirror with my trusty cell phone? On the wall behind me can be seen a “banana moon” similar to the ones in Van Gogh paintings.

Sometimes a person is in the right place at the right time to take a picture of something that’s just…ODD. The next photo was captured at one such opportune moment. It wasn’t even around Halloween time which makes it stranger. Five years ago, I went with a friend to a local printing company- so he could get business labels and cards made up; when I saw this in the parking lot and snapped a picture:

It’s a mannequin. In a parking lot.

Imagine going on a Sunday drive in the Spring. You end up in a town you’re unfamiliar with and decide to stop at a pizza place you’ve never been in before. Then imagine using the ladies room and finding this mural painting on the rest room wall! I just had to take a picture. I am pretty sure that whoever the artist was, he/she referenced a famous painting, but I am not sure which one. It wasn’t a stick-on. Nor was it wallpaper. I felt the wall and this was done with paint. I sometimes talk about my father. Heck, I even put his face on my book, Under The Banana Moon. He has been a life preserver and a support all my life. It’s his nature to help people. I once caught him handing a twenty dollar bill to a young family “for your little one.” He didn’t think I saw him do that, as we were leaving the restaurant that day. How appropriate, I always thought, for someone who is always lending a helping hand to family and strangers alike- to have the following tree growing in his front yard:

See the hand?

My daughter took this picture. Ground level, the side of my house.

I received this photo of my mother in the mail. I have never seen a picture of my mother as a teenager, so this was pretty special; opening up a manila envelope -return address Vermont- from my Aunt, and finding this! Look here:

I told you this was a visual blog! Above are a few of my favorite pet pictures…Mr. Po is the orange one. Pepper, the little guy in the shoe, passed a few years ago. He lived a long life. Minnie my dog is sniffing the rose.

My grandson and I have this little game we play, where we put stickers on my fish bathtub shower curtain…

Car wash!!!

I eat popcorn every single day… I love it, and judging by the way these kernels arranged themselves, it loves me too! I did not arrange them, I rose to bring my bowl to the kitchen and they were smiling up at me. Same thing happened one day with some eggs I was making my grandson.

I took this picture myself, after climbing some monkey bars at a playground to get the shot.

Here is one of many pictures I took at a Pink Floyd concert. Not the real Pink Floyd, an impersonator group. Although I have seen Roger Waters twice, pictures were not allowed at those concerts.

How could I not be very proud of this picture? My painting “Shattered Image” was chosen for the cover of the book.

It’s winter as I write this and some of us can’t wait for spring. This picture, taken of my side door, illustrates that point very well.

My thumb is not wearing a yarmulke. I nearly cut the tip of it off last summer.

I was going to end this visual blog with a picture of me that my son photoshopped. But I can’t seem to locate it. it was a doozy. He put my head on David Hosselhoff’s body. So I leave you with this one instead:

It’s another favorite picture of mine. I didn’t take it, Amy Tuccio did, but the subject in the photo is me.

I’m working on a blog about a burn survivor. It should be forthcoming by the end of the week!

Bye for now! Oh, if you wish to repost my pictures, please give Kimberly Gerry Tucker the credit and send me a link. Thanks!