Big Art
We live near the city of Marietta, Georgia, where a growing focus on public art has made the city an increasingly exciting place to visit. This past spring, the town celebrated its newly opened Mountain to River Trail with an invitation to local artists to contribute to a rotating exhibit of vibrant murals, sculptures, and installations along the way. H and I recently spent a lovely evening exploring the side streets, where turning each corner brought a surprise burst of color and fun. (Visit the Marietta Public Art Tour site for more.)
Refreshment
Reflections on a warm day.
Ducks in a Row
That’s a lot of wooden ducks to have sitting around the house.
The Good Kind
These are my kind of bugs. They don’t bite, sting, or annoy… they just look cute.
That’s a Wrap
I love scarves. I’m drawn to them not only for warmth, but also for the colors and patterns and textures. The weather is finally warming up enough that it’s time to pack mine away, but not without a last look.
Beauty on the Inside
My young niece, T, is a rock hound just like me. I sent her several specimens for her birthday, including one of these geodes. From the outside, these are not very impressive, but once cracked open, the crystal lining is quite breathtaking. Her father sent me a short video of T breaking her geode open with a hammer. Her audible gasp of delight mimicked mine. Ahhhhh!
Holy Rollers
Mom collected rolling pins and had them hanging on the wall in the kitchen. There must have been fifty or more. A few weeks ago, my sister (who still has the collection) let me borrow several for an art project that I was leading at church. Each time I held one in my hand, I thought of my mother and all the stories held in these wooden handles.
Signpost
I am currently immersed in a fascinating book by Jennifer Pharr Davis titled Becoming Odyssa: Epic Adventures on the Appalachian Trail. It’s the true story of Ms. Davis’s solo hike at the age of twenty-one across the 2175-mile Appalachian Trail.
A term that appears often in the work is thru-hiker — defined as someone who hikes a long-distance trek, end-to-end, within one hiking season. I had never heard the expression before reading the book. Since then, I’ve seen it several times, including on an entire wall at a local outdoor recreational shop dedicated to their clients who have walked the trail.
Spring Cleaning
My sister’s garden usually needs a little tending this time of year, and we spent a peaceful morning chattering away as she weeded and transplanted.
A Box of Potential
Creativity is waiting to be unleashed!
Tree Fishing 