Fresh Off The Bench

Here are a few pieces that rolled out of my studio over the past couple of weeks. I’m holding some aside for my show at Old Salt Festival in June and the rest is headed for my shop shelves. It’s been such a joy to show up in my studio space again, to tie up all the loose ends I couldn’t get to in December, to comb through my cabochon collection and select stones for new design ideas. Just an absolute joy. I’m managing to fit in about 20 studio hours a week right now while Robbie tends to Matilda, she’s keeping us busy and she’s such a good little baby, beloved by all. Being back to work is something that has helped me to feel like myself again, so has wearing my normal clothing, riding my horses, doing chores, and walking and hiking with my little family. It’s almost mid-March and the steppe is wild with squalls and tyrannical winds which always make me feel wonderfully alive and wild and free.

I hope you can see springtime beginning to tint the edges of the world, wherever you are, even if the only sign is the lengthening daylight hours…boy howdy, are we ever grateful for every extra second of sunlight. And if you keep hens, we hope they’re back to work for the season, providing you with nutrient dense sustenance and chicken-comedy. Nothing makes me laugh as hard as watching early spring unfurl in the barnyard.

IMG_5946I’m just home from the backcountry of Utah where I was on a jaunt and a shoot with a pair of girls I am blessed to call friends.  It was a wild old trip.  The night sky gave me vertigo.  The canyons blew my mind.  Carrying a 60ish pound pack (which was, in part, 9L of filtered water) didn’t kill me, it just made me stronger.  The 45mph boat wreck we survived on the Colorado River on our way back to civilization gave me a gentle case of whiplash (wish I could say I’m joking, but I’m not).  When I wasn’t perishing of thirst I felt like I was starving to death.  It was a proper adventure, the whole thing, from start to finish.  I always say it’s the most dire times that make the best stories and I look forward to writing out the official story of this trip.

I keep telling myself this, these days, “It’s a hell of a life.”  Because it is, my friends, it is.  There’s really no other way to word it.

We’re now finished with a batch of renovations at our little abode and will be listing the house for sale quite soon.  I have mixed feelings about it.  This has been such a wonderful home for us but there is more life calling and we want a bigger patch of land to call our own.  I have to leave again on Wednesday for Wyoming where I’ll be working hard with my camera on a fairly exciting project — one of my biggest and most official jobs yet, as a photographer — wish me luck!  Once home again, I’ll be able to fit one more week of work into the studio here before I begin to pack everything up for our move to the Methow Valley for the duration of the fire season.  After that, everything is grey matter.  We don’t know where we’re going, we don’t know where we’ll be living next winter and life details will shake out as they do.  If I’m even harder than usual to get ahold of between now and June it’s because I’m dug up, dangling in thin air with my roots exposed to the wind and sunshine.

I hope you’re all well.  Spring, here, has been such a hoot!

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Rounding Up The Strays

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IMG_6491Hello, friends, and happy Monday to you!  I combed through the archives this morning to round up a handful of strays — images that never made it to the blog, that is!  We had a lovely dumping of snow here yesterday and I’m headed out with the dogs to skijor for most of the day.  It’s my main priority today and it’s about time.  I have a serious case of cabin fever even though I’ve been out on the mountain every single night for the past 31 days!  Let me tell you first hand, March came in like a lion and went out like a lion.  I’ve loved all the roaring!

I’ll be downshifting in the studio over the next few days as I have run my metal supply down to the nubs.  I plan to place an enormous re-supply order this week (that they will probably have to deliver by armored truck…it’s going to be so darn big…) and take a few days off to run about the forests and rivers like a little scoundrel.  I hope you are all well!  This week is looking bright.  Get after it!

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