Archive for January, 2010

Dream Big

A book called The Rhino with Glue-on Shoes has proven to become one of the most rewarding gifts I have received this past Christmas. Angela very wisely selected the book off my Amazon wishlist, and I’m glad she did!

As a pre-vet student I have some very vague (albeit grandeur) visions of what my future could hold. The thought of someday becoming a wildlife veterinarian is a motivating force that I haven’t felt in my life since I believed in Heaven and Hell.

It seems these days that every step I take leads me closer to my goal. But it’s not always easy to know exactly what that goal is. There isn’t a lot of literature out there for aspiring veterinarians to get an idea of what they may become, beyond the iconic image of the friendly stethoscoped neighborhood vet at the clinic down the street. But even as a pre-vet student I’m not sure what my options are beyond this..

This book has taught me a wealth of wisdom since I began savoring it weeks ago. It has taught me that I may one day be tube-feeding an eel, or suturing the eye of a dime-sized frog, or darting a wild elephant, or bracing the leg of a baby giraffe. It’s assured me that my creativity and well-roundedness will not only be an advantage, but a necessity. It’s made me believe that the possibilities are endless. It’s given me a bit of a glimpse into the personal lives of the type of person I aspire to be, and the type of people who will one day be my colleagues.

It has also taught me that many veterinarians are not the best creative writers. Don’t get me wrong; I find the entire book to be highly entertaining and insightful, but it’s not a source of great literature by any means. These are no James Herriots who have taken the time to record these anecdotes for the likes of forgiving readers like me.

So naturally I have decided that I would like to write my own book. In fact, I’m already thinking about my first chapter. I realize that writing a book about one’s adventures is a long and painstaking process, especially when one has yet to encounter said adventures. But I’m willing to take all that into account and continue looking forward to the day when I will have something worth writing about. And who knows, maybe it will even end up being interesting!

That being said, I’ve already prepared my Fantasy Bio, which will be featured in my amazingly riveting future-autobiography. Now I know, of course, that all or many of these things may never come to pass….

But hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?



Marie Brown graduated from Indiana University-Purdue University Indianapolis in 2008 with a bachelor’s degree in fine arts. In 2016 she graduated from Purdue University School of Veterinary Medicine. Dr. Brown completed her zoological medicine residency at the Bronx Zoo, and went on to gain field experience through volunteer work with wildlife conservation and rehabilitation programs across the U.S. Board certified by the American College of Zoological Medicine, she has worked as researcher and veterinarian for the Lemur Conservation Foundation in Myakka City, Florida. She has gained extensive field experience working with small primates in Madagascar, and serves on the Scientific Advisory Board for the Foundation. Dr. Brown continues her passion for conservation medicine as Chief of Veterinary Services for the American Wildlife Foundation in Molalla, Oregon. Dr. Brown enjoys educating the public through various media. In addition to writing, she has been filmed at work with animals in cable television documentaries, and lectures regularly at universities across the Pacific Northwest. She enjoys life on her small farm just outside Portland with her husband (Dr?)________, their two adopted children ________ and ________, and their modest menagerie. She hopes to continue caring for the wild and endangered for many years to come.

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It’s been eight years since I made the jump and bought a “real” camera. Since then I’ve never had the gumption to get out in the cold and try out some winter photography.

This week, however, it simply happened. And I’m glad it did.

The act of photography is, for me, an intensely private act. Most of my images are up-close, detailed images of my own construction. I don’t often engage in street or landscape photography because I feel awkward and self-conscious. When it’s 15 degrees, however, the world outside becomes a much more solitary place….


Irvington is one of my favorite parts of Indianapolis. I chose this location in large part because I will soon be living there. Or pretty darn close, anyway.

And although I am much chagrined at having to leave behind my beautiful little house and a neighborhood that I adore, I like to consider myself an optimist and wanted to capture a bit of what I have to look forward to in my future living situation.

I’ve spent many a day exploring the many quaint nooks of Irvington, and still have much yet to discover. One of my favorite Irvington spots is a place I have affectionately deemed the Fountain of Youth. While I’m sure most of the residents of the neighborhood are well acquainted with this slightly secluded spot off Washington Street, I stumbled upon it by sheer accident one summer day while on a long and meandering trek. I was slightly lost, and not properly shoed for such an ambitious expedition, so this little garden circle with its cool fountain was a godsend. I slipped off my sandals and dipped my feet in. This was instantly one of my new favorite destinations.

I’ve often revisited my fountain, and have found that it’s a wonderful place to stop and sit when I need a place to think, or a simple calming diversion. It’s also an interesting place to watch people.

Often those who work at the many shops along Washington Street will pass through Irving Circle on their way home. Once while sitting there at the fountain I was greeted by an elderly woman who told me about how happy she was simply because she had woken up that morning. I’ve never been quite sure what to think about that, but I certainly haven’t forgotten it.

Irvington is a place with all the beauty and prestige of the Meridian-Kessler I am fond of, but with half the pretension and double the charm. And a much greater potential for discovery and adventure, I’ve found. With its eclectic mix of houses, cobblestone walls, winding streets and numerous small and sometimes somewhat dubious businesses, a simple jaunt through Irvington can be a real treat, no matter the time of year.

I find I’m rather taken with this new hobby of mine. In fact, I think I will be adding winter photography to my list of Cold Weather Things to Look Forward To.

It is finger-numbingly exhilarating to get out into the bitterest of cold, cold days and enjoy the stillness, the unique light, and the little details that you could never see on a gorgeous summer day (like animal tracks trailing down a frozen creek).

You never know what you might discover hiding among the trees: something you’ve passed by a million and one times and never knew was there….


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What Dolls

You never know what odd little tidbit you will come across at Mom’s house. I pulled out this drawer full of tiny tin men and thought they were rather cute– albeit slightly terrifying en masse. Carefully (and lovingly) collected, these sweet little guys are destined for Ebay.

I also grabbed this snapshot of some Evil Flying Monkeys. At some point I’d love to get back with a better lighting situation, and do a whole series on Mom’s quirky little collections…

Better quality pics forthcoming…

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Amantes Sunt Amentes

I’m wondering why I waited til my last week of winter break to start drawing.

My largest current project has become so much less than a work of art– it has acheived full doodle status.

I no longer give a shit; I’m just making lines withersoever I please.

As it should be.

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