I took some photos of my studio and decided I liked them enough I would put them here. I have two of my workspace and one of the view from my second floor studio. The inside photos have all the color, not that the winter scene outside the window isn't beautiful but there are about 3 dominant colors. The blue sky, the pure white snow and the blond grasses of the field. Anyway, in summer it might be just opposite. This is a sunny day - if it was a gray day there would be one color!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Here is a look at my little corner of the Landmark Center Holiday Bazaar. I'm calling it a success, but there were some very slow hours this year. This was my second year at the show, this holiday bazaar is in it's 31st year. The 'kats' made people smile (nice!) I took the bus every morning and every evening except Saturday evening. Thursday and Friday are long days, from 9 am to 8 pm (9 am for artists, 10 for the public). Riding the bus, figuring it all out was my personal challenge - and I am patting myself on the back for managing it!!
Friday, November 27, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Kats are taking over my workspace, I've got to get this under control. Kathy of Kathy's Kats has been battling an ever increasing number of kats that are multiplying without bounds. They are having too much fun and I am being driven out of my workspace. "Something's got to give"
the owner of the workspace reported Sunday. More on this later in the week.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Every year since '06 my daughter and I take this walk in September. If she doesn't have the day
off she takes a vacation day! We are serious, this is our day. This year we were 4000 strong - all
ages, women, men and children steppin' out in pink.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Whoa - we didn't meet this big guy I'm happy to say but on the path up
the mountain we would get a whiff of a very musky smell - bears were
there just not in our path.
Mt. Redoubt from the air. On the way back to Anchorage we flew over
the mountains, you can see the lava dome on the photo.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
We hiked to the top! At least 4 miles, mostly up the hill, over rocks where you held onto alder
branches so you didn't fall backward. I kept asking - we're almost there, right? Alex rolled her eyes - she's much too used to this. . . We did finally get to the top - mission accomplished! There were blueberries and long distance scenery viewing, making it all worth the trip. As for the trip down, challenging! Much harder than going up and way harder on the trails!
The glaciers seen from the airplane as we flew to Lake Clark National Park.
If the light was right you would see a sky blue, the color of the ice of the glacier.
Lake Clark from the air, notice the gravel runway. Port Alsworth is a village with
two runways, the only way to get there is to take a small airplane over the mountains or
through the pass. No touch ups on these photos - this water is, the glaciers are that color.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
A new weaving project, an 8-harness hounds tooth
warp and weft both pearl cotton (black) and unmercerized
cotton (lavender). It started out as 18" on the loom and
has drawn in to about 16". Next one I do will be wider.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
A walk in the woods as the earth is awakening from the long winter -- have a look at what I see as I
wonder the paths. We intentionally burned in these woods about three weeks ago and through
that blackened earth new green is sprouting. The woods are renewed by fire. We burn only certain areas
and not the whole of our woods, giving wildlife a chance to glean and build their nests and homes.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Grandma and the lunch ladies. A farm picnic lunch in their
'everyday' dresses', the headcoverings worn. I wish I could hear
the conversation. My grandma and the woman standing in the
background have the same belt buckles, their dresses are
likely homemade. She made most of her clothes.
I remember Sunday afternoons when we would visit the farm, my mother and
she would get the Sears catalog out and look at the pages of fabric.