Blues

Blue glass sparkles calm out of spite almost. It beckons folks to come and sit a spell, take a sip and drink in contemplation while the rest of the world hurries about. 

Benches

What if there were no planners designating where a bench needed to be placed in a cityscape, what if you were the 'bench placer' in charge of creating a vantage point for strangers... where would plant these islands of rest for weary travelers? Would you plant a few in your life as well, places where people can sit and get to know you a bit better by being privy to the landscapes in your mind's eye?  

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Glass Worlds

My grandmother had a way of leaving fantastic worlds encased in random glass containers here and there for strangers to discover when they came to visit. I loved getting lost in the sands and glittered snow landscapes of her imagination. Wandering through town, I happened upon a winter display and could not help but smile. With the holidays, wrapped in the hustle and bustle of busy lights and ribbons of traffic, one can still find a peaceful sanctuary encased canning jars and salt shakers

Temperature Changes

November rolls in, bringing with it the palatable temperature change that condenses warm thoughts into a mist that sits heavy on the landscape outside my studio window.

Guarded thoughts

In a world of easily accessible oversharing, an unguarded thought is almost a gimme, a certainty, an unavoidable consequence of the instantaneous I suppose. We tend to be unfiltered and uncensored to the point where we automatically give quarter to a misspoken word by excusing the blunt affrontation to our sensibilities by simply chalking it up to a careless slip and moving on to the next soundbite. The constant stream flushes away unintended words and thoughts, solidifying the fact that they are all temporary... the internet may remember everything but, people don't. I started thinking about the accountability of a journal. Words and thoughts set to ink are deliberate, intentional... they are not spell checked, autocorrected by technology, not double spaced or even in some cases legible. The words trapped between the covers of a private journal are as sacred as an arching spine wanting to receive the attention of a pen nib. We tend to guard our thoughts more when they are affixed with a signature of sorts, a handwritting that bares witness and exposes truths a typed page conceals. 

Reading Signs

A well done sign is universal, it transcends language barriers and even generations. I laughed when my daughter said, "That sign is EXACTLY how I feel Mom." I wondered if she would have read that sign any differently had she not been in desperate need of a restroom. It's interesting to think about how a sign can mean different things depending on what frame of mind we ourselves are in, what needs we ourselves have at the time. To my son standing near by, this sign said, "Lego Women on Thin Ice"... 

A Closer Look

 Our lives are full of random happenings, proverbial statues knocked from the pedestals we've placed them upon by the nature of things. We never know why things happen as they do until we take a closer look and rest our minds on that very moment where the architecture of a reason becomes as clear as a fleeting wing.