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Monday, February 8, 2016

Natural Art


Can you imagine, walking through a forest and all of a sudden this appears ahead of you? Oh I can imagine it but unfortunately it is so far away that I'll never see it in person.

Sculptural artist Spencer Byles spent a year creating beautiful sculptures out of natural and found materials throughout the unmanaged forest of La Colle Sur Loup, where he lived with his family.

This project is intentionally secretive -- the only way you'll see these works, short of photographs, is by going into the woods and finding them yourself.  What magic that would be!

Everything being natural these are not meant to last a long time.  As each sculpture is reclaimed by nature it will also change through the seasons.  

For me this is true art -- something made by hand and heart, with instincts and learned talents.   Being natural these pieces will change and eventually disappear -- which makes them even more precious and wonderful.


"The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness." - John Muir

Friday, February 5, 2016

Hibernation

                                                                     Groundhog

This time of the year my mind and body want to go into hibernation.  I want to snuggle down someplace warm and nest myself until oh maybe March or April.
                                                                          Dormouse

I'm not alone in this.  While humans don't really hibernate there is this inclination, when the weather is cold and the days are short, to want to be safe and warm and even asleep. 
                                                                             Squirrels

This is the time of the year that I realize the young squirrels have the right idea, as do the groundhogs and the hazel dormouse.  Don't they look cozy?

"Hibernation is a covert preparation for a more overt action." - Ralph Ellison

Monday, February 1, 2016

Mittens Moppet




"HEY! Has anyone seen my mittens?  I've looked and looked through the pile at the back door and can't find them."



"I really need them -- a snowball fight is going on right now and I'm stuck inside with no mittens."

"Oh boy -- I found them at last.  Where were they you ask?  Well, ummm, in my pockets...
Okay next time I'll look there first!"

"A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship." - Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

Friday, January 29, 2016

"Memory Keeper"


Isn't he marvelous???  I first saw him in a post on Daryle Cook's site Woodstown Whimsies last November.  Of course I fell in love with him and wondered at Daryle's incredible talent and imagination.

Recently Daryle has opened a gallery where he is selling some of his 'whimseys'.  The first one that came up was - yes you guessed it - "Memory Keeper"!  Hmm, my birthday was in December but passed quietly -- didn't I deserve a gift - after all this was one of those 'big' birthdays?  
Its difficult to see in these pictures but the center heart is an open area where I can drop memories inside the main box.  

Mr. Memory Keeper is now hanging on a wall in our house - where I can look at him each day.  He reminds me that memories and their love are always with us, he inspires me because of the talent and creativity that it took to put him together.  Best of all -- he makes me smile!

"Keep all special thoughts and memories for lifetimes to come.  Share these keepsakes with others to inspire hope and build from the past, which can bridge to the future." - Mattie Stepanek 

Monday, January 25, 2016

Waking to Wonder


Recently we awoke to wonder - in the form of snow.  For me its like a gift of silence, and beauty. Of course living in North Carolina we don't get full blown snow storms very often so I can still view them as a gift of sorts.


 Our small pond is in there somewhere.  Where do the frogs go when it there's no dry landing and its 20 degrees outside? 



Our front light casts a yellow glow under its hat of snow.



It was still coming down when I took this and I wondered how high it would get.



There was no sitting on the bench these past days.  Hot tea, a good book, a bit of sewing got me through the storm.


The days are short
The sun a spark,
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.

Fat snowy footsteps
Track the floor
Milk bottles burst
Outside the door.

The river is
A frozen place
Held still beneath
The trees of lace.

The sky is low
The wind is gray.
The radiator 
Purrs all day.

-  John Updike





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