Focused attention Deep cultivation Every word is a seed to be planted __________________ The image above is of part of a collage box made for me by my Asheville Potter Son Josh and features a photo of me on a stairwell in Ireland at the center. You can see a small sampling of Josh’s collage [...]
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Archive for November, 2011
The Pot Stop Product Placement Intermission Don’t Try This at Home Post Note: Sixteen Hands is a twice-yearly artisan studio tour that takes place throughout the countryside of Floyd, Virginia. My home along the Blue Ridge Parkway is one of the four tour locations and features the pottery of my son Josh Copus and his [...]
Read more about the Sixteen Hands Artisan Studio Tour, featuring the pots of my son Josh Copus (pictured in the second photo), a member of the collective and his guest artist Melissa Weiss HERE Watch a video clip HERE. More Sunday Shadow Shots are HERE.
This year’s Thanksgiving season began with the traditional ‘over the river and through the woods’ drive to Zephyr Farm (1 mile) where my son Josh, my husband and I had turkey with all the fixins, including my friend Jayn’s award winning mock mince meat pie that I wait for all year long. At our gratitude [...]
Along with turkey and spending time with family and friends, Thanksgiving at our house means getting ready for the fall weekend Studio Tour for Sixteen Hands, of which my Asheville Potter Son Josh is a member. This year Josh’s guest artist is Melissa Weiss (pictured above setting up in what used to be my living [...]
1. Driving my 3 year old grandson Bryce home after a sleepover over the weekend, I left Floyd at 3:15. About 30 minutes later I was puzzled when I saw it was just 3:19 until I realized I was reading a lit-up gas price sign and not a clock. 2. He was so worn out [...]
A pink tea cozy around a generous pot in my children’s great-grandmother’s kitchen ________________ A silver tea-ball chain dangling from the rim like a necklace on the Queen of England _________________ In a suburb London rowhouse a bright spot of tea fills the slightest pause in every conversation _________________ Basic and black Robust and aromatic [...]
He was thirsty, so we climbed the long winding stairway to the birds-eye view top of the Black Water Loft. I lifted him up to the bar, where he sat like a little man while the barista blended his fruit smoothie, apple and banana, peaches and berries. Whenever I’m at the Loft I feel compelled [...]
More Shadow Sunday shots HERE.
Post note: Thanks to Ben Kiser and my server host Doug Thompson for helping to resolve my latest blog problems. Seems my blog had been hijacked, rerouted to another site by an infected WordPress stat counter. I’d also like to thank my patient readers who hung in there these past couple of weeks and gave [...]
1. THIS makes me happy 2. I keep a rock by my bedroom window in case I have to scare away the neighborhood bear that might want to eat the deer that my husband Joe has hanging from the tree (our year’s supply of hunted meat.) 3. Sometimes I think that shadows are the real [...]
Blue Mountain School student art projects done with art teacher Lora Giessler who has since move to Portland. We miss you Lora!
Mother of pearl button of moon in a baby blue coat of sky ~ More dVerse poetry HERE.
Shadow Shot Sunday
Signs found at Occupy Wall Street and other occupations around the country Due to the recent budget cuts the light at the end of the tunnel has been cut off. I can’t afford to buy a politician so I bought this sign. I’ll believe corporations are people when Texas executes one. If you don’t understand [...]
1. While researching cameras recently I kept coming across the term “hot shoe” and had to look it up. It’s the slot on the top of some cameras where a flash attachment goes. 2. Speaking of shoes, get a kick out of THESE. 3. I learned another new term this week when Tabor of One [...]
We’re having a ball at Kaylee’s Birthday for Wordless Wednesday !
Natal is fatal Finish is final A great undertaking Breaking the death barrier has an emotional G-force Beliefs crash down We all hold on Then eventually let go ~ Written in 1999 after my friend Ise died and currently printed in the November Museletter. More dVerse poets HERE.