It’s a quiet blue morning here, a sure sign of the shift in seasons. This is my favorite sort of morning to photograph tiny, bite-sized portions of life.
Good morning!
I came across this wonderful quote recently:
“Art is the product of the creative process.
It is quantitative. There can be a
little or a lot of art in any work.
A piece is free to be conceptual, narrative, realistic,
abstract, beautiful , ugly, functional, or nonfunctional.”
[Michael Boyd]
What do you think of that?
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Today I am canning more of the bounty of my garden, popping into my studio to wrangle a few objects, answering as many emails as I can, eating peaches and sipping coffee.
I can’t believe it’s Friday again.
I have this ominous feeling lately that I’m letting the time of my life slide through my fingers too fast. I turn thirty this year. My heart laments that number, even though it’s just a number — it feels half way to somewhere. I feel swept away by time. Does that ever change?
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I like the
color of the squash blossoms
in the rain.
I hear the hens cackling.
Love feels so good, feels so much better than anger,
feels so much better than hurt,
feels so much better than anything else.
feels so much better than hurt,
feels so much better than anything else.