ORIGINAL ARTWORK

ORIGINAL ARTWORK

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The first soft evening of spring. A favorite perspective. And Juno.
Everyone should make a thing that takes 10 years, forces you to learn a lot of new techniques, and ultimately makes you smile happy the minute you put it on. #fairisleknitting is not for the faint of heart.
Once upon a time, we had a giant white ash tree named Steve. For a long time, we thought Steve was impervious to the emerald ash borer until the year we noticed that Steve was dying from the top down - a sure sign that this century old tree had succ
Trying out koi on a flooring surface for our bathroom. It’s a giant experiment using different products and I have no idea how it will turn out. But listening to the tacky sound of ink as I roll it out on the palette, wearing my stained apron,
I activated the indigo vat today, and I felt more like myself than I have in ages. Lesson: keep going back to the things that bring you joy to find yourself.
All week I’ve been out of sorts. It happens sometimes - you just don’t feel settled or particularly happy with the rhythm of the day. We had a plan to celebrate 32 years of marriage with a camping trip, but couldn’t agree on a pla
This morning I stepped outside into the darkness. It was my normal time, but the clouds sat low on the hills and sunrise was a glimmer of light to the east. . A hint of the months to come. . Not for the first time did I look at the morning sky, perc
We went to Maine at the beginning of the summer. Portland, Rockland, museums, and music venues. We camped and got pretty wet. We swam in a magical mountain creek at 8am and were on the road for more adventure an hour later. . It was the kind of su
I like it when building and sunrise colors echo. . In other news, the Teen passed her driving test and I have retired my chauffeur cap. New chapters.
You know how you’re looking at something and just want to be inside it? This sculpture stands in the Arts Quad on the Cornell campus. On my lunchtime walk, I pass it and admire the curves as they stretch towards the sky. . It’s been a w
Today is Saturday, April 23, 2022. I wanted to note the date because I finally finished something that I’ve been gestating for years and started in 2020. . I saw a documentary in 2012 or thereabouts, and it contained a picture that haunted me
2600, 4000 . February 28, 2022 - A gentle winter sunrise. . 2600 . 4000 . Those numbers represent the miles we drove over our holiday and the number of weeks that comprise a lifetime. Numbers that seem arbitrary in units of measurement that were de
There was a new moon, a sliver in the early morning sky as I walked the dog. It rested just above the clouds that muted the inky black sky and set everyone a little akimbo. People I saw were either sleepwalking through the day or inexplicably edgy.
Now that I work out of the house M-F, I walk the dog early in the morning while it’s still dark. I have a flashlight and a reflective vest and instead of podcasts, books, or music, I listen to the sounds of birds waking, traffic in the distanc
Flowers leftover from a wedding, discarded and rescued. . A sweater just finished for a picky teen. . A Wes Anderson-like building in Bennington, VT. . Stickers on the guard rails at Hogback Mountain. . A whirlwind trip visiting family in two states,
This crow and I were conversing this morning, and he(she) kindly posed for many pictures. . I’m not really someone who looks backwards. I mention this because the one year anniversary of my Achilles rupture passed this weekend with little fanf
Driving home from a 6am grocery run. The late summer haze promised heat and humidity later, but the shafts of sunshine breaking through the trees set the world alight. . Summer is drawing to an end, and with it a long stretch of challenging moments
I was on the lake today. It was hot, the hottest it’s been this summer, and I was covered with a film of sweat from the morning’s work. It took three good dunks to feel human again. . The breeze and the light danced across the water&rsq
Thirty years. . Thirty years of marriage brings you family, careers, homes, cars, shared bank accounts, shared memories, disagreements, joyous forgotten moments, dreams fulfilled and dreams abandoned. When you’ve been married for thirty years,