There's a wonderful chill in the air on this first day of school.
With so many colleges in our town the businesses and eateries are filling up with fresh young faces. Teachers and professors are starting their yearly routine and soon the weeks will run like a well oiled machine, only pausing on designated holidays.
I took a nice hike under the oaks, the sun shrouded by cool clouds.
clouds that count
gifts left on the floor, (that's why it's called fall I suppose)
everything going to seed
Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,
the uneaten fruits crumbling damply
in the shadows, unmattering back
from the particular island
of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere
except underfoot, moldering
in that black subterranean castle
of unobservable mysteries - roots and sealed seeds
and the wanderings of water. This
I try to remember when time's measure
painfully chafes, for instance when autumn
flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing
We laid in our bed last evening, house closed up tight, the Ac kicked on and off in a steady rhythm. We are two ballpark franks on a shelf in the fridge, I thought and last night I was grateful for it.
Even though the hour was early there was no relief.
Most mornings I would rejoice with this rainbow cloud but today all that came to mind was "blowtorch"
Describe the air I asked myself?
it touches me.
lays on me...
not like pima 300 thread count or
silk spun by worms but
a vinyl shower curtain..
I fixed my thoughts on an inspiring woman I read about in the paper...99 years old and plays tennis twice a week with her 89 year old friend.
Still I can't make it to the top today.
Useless clouds provide a nice accent
As I walk past a stand of sycamore I wonder why I never find quail feathers. Those trees are always filled to the brim with quail that explode in a sudden heart stopping, jolt when I walk by. On close inspection I find one then two and soon I have quail feather eyes. I realize they're everywhere, all I had to do was stop and look.
In the leaf palm
..now in my journal, flying home with me and sometimes to you.
The weatherman gives us hope for a cool weekend, in the meantime I'll stay refrigerated and grateful for it.
I went off in a different direction this week. My work swings like a pendulum from the pretty flowers to the more earthy and rustic. I guess I planted all the flowers on my recent custom piece and the items for my shop are from the other side of me.
I adore these fossilized sand dollars. I suppose they fascinate me because they bring back memories of when I'd bring them home after finding them on the beach, allow them to dry out then crack some of them open to find the white doves that were waiting to be released within. Actually they were part of the skeletonized inside but in the palm of your hand they looked like little white doves.
This one is so tiny and sweet and an unusual dark coffee bean color, a "Relic from the Sea"
A gorgeous plume agate was used in this piece a different kind of "Soar" themed bracelet. It resembles a feather and I've been holding on to the stone til just the right moment which would be , right now.
I added texture to this and the band above, the texture I call my *crows feet* using my antique stamps.
Here's a shot with more light in the stone.
Non sequitur here :) Hello Venus!
We sat outside last night under that full moon while the Orb Weavers (spiders) created their art projects around the garden. It fascinates me to learn that they construct a new web each evening, no wonder they're so hungry.
Between the heat and that full moon it's kind of hard to concentrate.
I'll post the bracelets this evening. I'm off to fulfill my Wednesday duties.
A horse and rider have walked this same path the former evening. I enjoy the lingering scent of the great beast and imagine it stepping over tarantula and the rattlesnake that loiter to collect the last heat of the day.
As I round the corners and ascend through the cutouts I experience microclimates, sudden heat pockets like being in the wake of a great dragon, remnants of yesterday, preview of today. When I reach the top I enjoy the appealing hues, long shadows.
hungry birds collect on previously burnt snags
A bony hand makes one last plea from the grave.
(your imagination can wander :)
Hawk is here on his high perch.
"Teach me to soar" I ask.....
"You've already learned" he replied ......
I wanted to show you a custom order I completed over the weekend. I'm extremely proud of the result after many hours of work.
Speaking of work many of you are starting your work week. I hope it's a good one.
Greetings! It's been hotter than a pepper sprout here. July was cool and lovely, each evening fog from the ocean moved across our valley, came in though our open windows and tickled our toes while we slept. We knew this too would pass.
I still need to walk myself so I get out early. I haven't seen much wildlife besides birds and I've been out so early I'm watching them wake up.
I came across a rodent burrow in the middle of the road. I had to laugh at it's disguise, ha ha,
it looks like a bad toupee. It reminded me of when my son was little and would try and lie to me :)
You're not fooling anybody.
As I walk the sun moves up above the ridge, providing lovely views in long shadow.
Birds collect in the open
pollinators begin their day
their life's work
hummingbird sips in the full sun now
Woodpecker works from home
*click to enlarge
I want to be a bird and eat them all but since they aren't touched I'm figuring there's a good reason.
* I need to look it up
Acorns adorn the trees by the millions..
Everything is in seed (awww bird trophy!)
Time to go home and lap up some water.
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. I know some of you are on vacation, wa hoo!!!! Enjoy!
I'm comfortable and cool in my studio, working on custom orders and excited about projects sitting in my brain.