September 2, 2015
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August 26, 2015
August 25, 2015
Last month I happened to see these baby seagulls on a pier next to the ferry landing at Winslow on Bainbridge Island. I realized, when I saw these spotted, fluffy creatures, that I had never before seen baby seagulls.
I imagine that most seagulls nest on bluffs or hard-to-access places, out of the stream of normal human commerce. It looked like these babies had to stay close to the nest — those nubby wings and over-sized, gangly feet would make walking or flying impossible or too unwieldy for quite some time. By the time they are ready to fly, they must have lost their spots and look like typical seagulls.
What a lucky occasion this was, then, to have seen two seagull chicks so close by.
August 24, 2015
On a recent trip to Vashon Island, my friend Carol introduced me to artist Linda Stemer, who makes chemically-treated cotton and silk fabric for sun prints. (She sells the fabric online at Blueprints on Fabric.)
It was fun looking at samples of the blueprinted fabrics Linda had on display, but it was even more fun making our own blueprints following Linda’s super-easy instructions. What a perfect way to take advantage of our sunny summer weather.
You can see the entire process at this link.
I framed the feather print I made. It goes well with our blue guest bedroom.
August 23, 2015
“Spring was a fever and autumn will be a regret, but this is the month of its own successful achievement to be more than barely sentient. . . . August is the month when the solid and the domestic triumph, when the prudent come into their own. The very birds, whose springtime was devoted to love and music, are now responsible parents who have forgotten how to sing. The early flowers of the woods waved their brief blossoms and are forgotten, but the roadside and the fields are taken over now by the strong, coarse, and confident weeds.”
— Joseph Wood Krutch, The Twelve Seasons: A Perpetual Calendar for the Country
August 22, 2015
“My peace of mind comes with picking up pebbles. Some people fly-fish. Some people hang glide. Some people do needlepoint. I pick up beach pebbles. . . . pursuing and perusing pebbles gives me pleasure. They are reminders of a natural world that grinds everything down to size. Some the sea shatters and breaks, some it makes beautiful, some it just gives up on. There is an aesthetic pleasure here, and an athletic one in bending and stretching; an intellectual pleasure in trying to figure out the physics of pebbles, the puzzles of tides, the working out of a set of pebbled values that depends upon rock and place and time.”
— Ann Haymond Zwinger, The Nearsighted Naturalist
I feel like I am in good company, for the artist Georgia O’Keeffe also was drawn to rocks and often lined her windowsills with these and other found objects. You can see them in these photos from the March 2002 Architectural Digest article: