sunday sun

The sun is finally shining again.

the bad news bears

I've been listening to NPR today, and I have to say the reports I hear on our world and our economy are grim. There is an excellent story about a massive homeless shelter in Los Angeles that really got me thinking. Thinking about how grateful and lucky I am to have a (pretty nice) roof over my head and such delicious and organic food to eat. This holiday season I feel more of a need not only to count my blessings, but to donate my time, energy and my money to help those who need it. Because there are simply so many of them out there. {Treaty, 1974, Robert Rauschenberg}

poem of the day--(it's about snow)

It sifts from leaden sieves, It powders all the wood, It fills with alabaster wool The wrinkles of the road. It makes an even face Of mountain and of plain, -- Unbroken forehead from the east Unto the east again. It reaches to the fence, It wraps it, rail by rail, Till it is lost in fleeces; It flings a crystal veil On stump and stack and stem, -- The summer's empty room, Acres of seams where harvests were, Recordless, but for them. It ruffles wrists of posts, As ankles of a queen, -- Then stills its artisans like ghosts, Denying they have been. Emily Dickenson

objects of desire

Rick Owens Leather Jacket: Alberta Ferretti Mythology Dress: Vicky Cristina Barcelona Sountrack (got it!, thanks to my mother-in-law, Gudrun): Tretorn Ballena Wellies:

whirl • wind

sparks 2007

Man, has it been a whirlwind of a week and a half! I've been all across Southern California, a quick sojourn to Utah and then all across Colorado, went hiking, hung out with both my families, got stuffed, got stuck in a blizzard on the way home, and had to hole up in a little mountain town until we could make it home. And now the chinook winds are starting up here and making me feel slightly off kilter. Anyhoo, as of tomorrow I will be back on track with my posts and my life and my work. (I hope!) Hope you all had a scrumptious holiday!