1. South Dakota (heading west)
2. Vermont (a rainy day road trip)
3. Scorton Creek (meandering to Cape Cod Bay)
“The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.”
― Louisa May Alcott
When my flowers are on their last leg I put them outside on my front porch. They’re visible then from my living room and I like seeing how the elements affect their beauty. It’s gotten cold here in Burlington, VT and yet, as they fade, the flowers take on a certain strength of character in their inevitable demise. It seems like an appropriate metaphor about life to keep in mind. Chin up folks…we can’t stop what’s coming, but we can stand as tall as possible for as long as possible.
The Hipp Theater in Gregory, South Dakota holds a lot of memories for me. We had to have our parents write notes saying that it was OK for us to see R-rated movies before we were seventeen. The World According to Garp, Quest for Fire, Scarface…these were a few that required permission. Oh, the joys of growing up in a small town when a note would suffice (whoever wrote it). My kids haven’t had it so easy trying to get into R-rated movies in Burlington, Vermont…I like hearing the stories of their efforts though. I hope you enjoy these shots.
Here’s to the power of our memories,
My Grandmother’s funky purse from the 60s. It needs some repair.
I like my space messy and yet, having a few clean horizontal surfaces feels like big progress.
My son, Ellis helped me clean the studio today to earn the change from a $20 on our coffee run. I think he got a pretty awesome hourly rate.
Two things on my list of things I’ve wanted to do for a long time are: 1. Stay in a loft and not a fancy, NYC fully furnished type. I wanted grit. I’ve wanted out of my middle-aged comfort zone and my friend Jen and I got it in a fabulous way. CHECK
Thank you Kate at Grand Trunk Pub on Woodward Ave in Detroit. We had a great stay and believe me we’re coming back and I really hope I get to meet you this time. The bed was really comfortable and I actually miss hearing the kitchen conversations and smelling onions frying when I wake up. http://www.grandtrunkpub.com/
2. Visit Detroit and hang out with locals. CHECK
Thanks to the staff at Grand Trunk Pub we were well taken care of and even stepped out of the bar for a while on Saturday night with a very generous bartender, Sam. It was just great fun…no if(s) and(s) or but(s) about the whole shooting match. My traveling companion, Jen made sure that the next stop in Milwaukee was pretty swanky and it was the contrast that made both experiences so remarkable. Big Love to Grand Trunk. Sorry we didn’t have the stamina to stay for the Tiger’s Opening Day. I’m sure you all had fun, because the bar was already hopping when we left at 9:30am. Thank you!