Never postpone gratitude. Ingratitude robs us of enthusiasm.
[Albert Schweitzer]
The Pink Pinecone
May 10, 2012 By
Cute floors, eh?
May 10, 2012 By 44 Comments
This is us perched on a sea foam green/turquoise-esque floor in the Airstream! In case you forget, this is what our rig looked like inside the day we set out to begin this refurb.
Rob and I both have bed head in this photo. We had dreadful cases of insomnia last night and felt so foggy this morning we could barely dress ourselves. I do wish you could all come over and lounge around on our new flooring with us. The Airstream is such a lovely and tranquil space right now with a delicate echo and the shadows of the Austrian pine filtering in through the skylight. We still have the plexiglass protective sheeting on the lower walls which we’ll strip off once Rob has the floor molding in place. Even though that white stuff is still on the walls though, this rig really gleams on the inside.
We have five work days remaining before we shut things down to clean the house, move our boxes and bags into our big silver rig and take off down the highway. Can you believe it? I can’t believe it. It’s taken so much hard work to get our lives ready for this transition and it’s been worth every bead of sweat and every consternating moment with a floppy sheet of aluminum.
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My camera broke yesterday. Within an hour I had it in a box on the way to the Canon repair center in California. The funny thing is, I think I’m grieving for it! I didn’t realize how much my camera has become an extension of my body. It makes sense, sometimes I take 400 photos in a day, just for the heck of it. My camera was a real workhorse. I hope the Canon center can fix it for me, and soon. I’m borrowing a friend’s camera at the moment (Thank you J+J!), but it feels funny in my hands and I miss what I know. Don’t you just sometimes miss what you know?
Duty calls, out in the studio!
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I just read over this post and I must apologize! It is, by far, the most scatterbrained thing I have ever written and I’m a tad bit embarrassed of it. What the heck? Maybe I had the coffee jitters…
A Morning of Mornings
May 8, 2012 By
I bounced out of bed very early this morning, bundled myself up in layers of clothing and took to the mountain with Tater to watch the sunrise. It didn’t disappoint. All this thinking I’ve been doing lately about welcoming the day as a songbird does — with an optimistic heart and the fullness of joy — has me entirely enthralled with the birth of light and the breaking of day. I’m gripped by the very truth of it. Sunrise is such a bold thing. For light to sneak up slowly on the riffled, murky edges of night and to usurp it, inch by inch, until the world knows day, is such tremendous boldness.
Be bold, be bold, and everywhere be bold. [Herbert Spencer]
RW made me breakfast when I came home from my morning hike and we ate side by side in the sunny kitchen with the dogs and cat mewing and mooing at our feet. I can feel the ricocheting wisps of hope, fruition and energy bouncing about my soulbeams. My fingertips are live wires. The studio is on and warming up! I must delay computer work for the metal beckons!
Toodaloo!
May 7, 2012 By
[sterling, copper, enamel, pearl, graphite, coral]
This little guy is so precious to me. So precious. It’s simultaneously zesty and tranquil. The enamel colors in this shot are quite accurate and I’d describe this yellow as slightly melon with overfired undertones of periwinkle blue! DELICIOUS. I find myself feeling a little blissed out when I look at it…and then, despite the fact that the colors aren’t quite the same, I think of canola and flax fields blooming side by side on the great northern plains of Canada. This piece takes my heart home.
Happy Monday to you, wherever you are. Go forth and conquer the day!
A wee Canadian girl residing in the wild and glorious state of Idaho.
