Monday, March 30, 2015

Red


Red.

The color of joy...





Shade of celebration.
And I'm celebrating!


Can you tell I've got a new Nikon to replace the poor broken one?
Can you tell how hungry I was for a real camera again?

Mr. Wonderful surprised me with the camera of my dreams
and the thick manual is on my bedside table,
perfect night time reading.

Fields of tulips dance before my eyes at night as I learn the technicalities...





Yipee!!!

Friday, March 27, 2015

Tulips


I hope nobody minds another post about the flowers.
Maybe the perfume from the blooms is making me a little giddy but I can't resist the eye candy.


Skagit Valley is carpeted with tulips, looking like Holland in the spring, and it's gone to my head again this year.


Even the reflections in the muddy rows shine with beauty.

 


Nobody minds the mud, and the trucks carry blossoms picked by workers whose singing can be heard across the fields in the early morning.



Workers bunch the stems and tuck them under burlap in the wooden boxes that dot the fields.



We locals can't get over how amazing it is that we actually get to call this valley home.






Truly this is a splendid place, a rare gift, a fleeting blessing like spring itself.


Thursday, March 26, 2015

Tulip time


Every spring it's wow.
Every. Single. Spring.


Every year I say it's the best ever.



And it's true.





Spring.
If there is anything more lovely this side of heaven,
I can't imagine what it could be.

 

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Spring… a rainbow of color


After a long grey winter the burst of spring color is a happy jolt.

Our little valley is again a brilliant carpet
and I'm cycling at every possible moment.



The studio moves outdoors…
There's a plastic box strapped to the back of my bike and taken into the fields.




Truly there is no place like home, 
especially when you live in Washington's rural Skagit Valley.


Home felt like a little piece of heaven today.


Thursday, February 26, 2015

Alaskan winter… quiet beauty

Sometimes it seems to me that life is one adventure after another.
Some are grand and full of fun, 
others quieter and more daily.


But any life's story is a string of adventures.


A month ago, I zipped the suitcase, slammed the door behind me in a rush and dashed off late to board the northbound ferry. I had a sense that another interesting chapter in my life's story was beginning.

The Alaskan Marine Highway ferries are nothing fancy, but oh, the scenery!


As we sailed north, the winds became more and more brisk.
Cold rain turned to snow.




And then when we arrived, most of our plans went out the window, the way adventures sometimes go.
Being able to toss out your expectations and enjoy the unexpected is part of what keeps life an adventure instead of a general pain in the neck.


On top of everything else, I thought I'd have plenty of internet access,
but one forgets that not everywhere is a strong signal available.

But I still had a tiny corner to serve as a studio…
and oh what creativity has happened there!


I've decided that a temporary retreat from digital life can a healthy thing,
and we find ourselves tucked into a quiet (though it must be admitted, COLD!) month in Alaska.


I've designed a line of glassware, cut out whales and mermaids, lettered wedding invitations and generally squished more creativity into a tiny space than I'd ever have believed possible.


Time alone.
Time with family.
Time for lots and lots of art.





Late winter is beautiful in Alaska…
and just about anywhere else.
It's all about hanging onto that sense of wild adventure.


And taking time to sip a cocoa in the back yard as the sun sets never hurts either.