is not gold. Sometimes, it’s silver.
I grew up singing ‘How much is that doggie in the window?” and wanting to buy every one I saw. I’m not sure that puppies in windows even exist these days – a good thing, no doubt. But I can’t wait to find the one with just the right waggly tail.
And I do hope that dog is for sale.
Free hummus. Live jazz. Old friends. What more could a girl want?
‘Meditation & Medium‘ works by Terra Rathai & Antoney Lakey is on view in the Coffman Gallery on the University of Minnesota campus until October 7th, 2013.
I received photos from the Traffic Signal Mural Project of my finished utility box. My design, “Wet Paint” is an old favorite, a shot of the perfect juicy swirl of vibrant colors Sawyer had on his palette one hot summer day before he dug in with his brush. I love the contrast of this image against the brick wall.
Our favorite destination on any boat ride is the eagles’ nest. The gigantic structure sits perched in a tall tree on an island overlooking the expanse of Big Sturgeon Lake. I like the stand of scraggly, grizzled old trees almost as much as an eagle sighting. On a skinny spit of land that sees its share of harsh winters, the trees are an assemblage of characters, like the town elders, each with a story to tell and the scars to prove it.
As you might have guessed, I’ve never been afraid of spiders. I credit kind-hearted Charlotte with my affection for these fascinating creatures. The funnel web spider is particularly cool, building large nets across the ground that include a little tunnel – like a hunting blind – where the spider can hide in wait. (This one just emerged on top of the web for a look around.) In the morning dew, the webs are not only easy to find, but totally spectacular creations.
The lake at the cabin is the color of tea. For years I assumed that it was the iron – this is the Iron Range after all – but it turns out that it’s a tannic lake; the brown color comes from decomposing leaves and wood, not iron. It’s crystal clear, it just has a warm color. When the sun shines through the shallows, the rays dance like streaks of honey on the golden sand.