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the simple pleasures

My simple pleasures include fresh peas sauteed with mild green garlic.

Served over lightly buttered rice.

Cherries for dessert (or maybe strawberries).

And to wash it all down? A fizzy drink cooled with frozen orange slices.

Yes, I do love spring in New England. 😉

the why of it all

Okay, yes, that’s me in my mother’s arms a few days out of the hospital.  I won’t tell you how long ago. But I will share this essay, just published in Talking Writing Magazine.  People sometimes ask why do I write about a leaf blowing in the wind or photograph a sliver of light.  This essay helps to explain the why of it all.  Enjoy.

… captured in leaves, on petals and upon the surface of a few other items in the kitchen.

At least that’s what I saw as the sky darkened before a storm.

colorful clutter

Last night I stood in the kitchen, trimming the sage, snipping dead thyme and bundling dry lavender branches.  It kept my hands busy as I talked with a friend.  In the end I tossed the litter haphazard on a white piece of paper that just happened to be on the table.  In the morning I rose, drank my coffee and prepared to sketch out my day.  And then of course I glanced at the paper, at the textures and colors, the shadows in transit… what could I do but run to get my camera?   A few more leaves crushed, petals pulled from various nooks, colored paper unfolded, an old bird’s nest found …  and somehow my morning became special.

 

After the herbs …

… I gave myself permission to play around with the flowers.

In the Kitchen

A short break in the kitchen with a few herbs, spices and small squares of Japanese paper.

Imagine the troubadours of old as they walked the back roads of … some quiet place, with mandolins or banjos in-hand, a song on their lips and through those songs telling stories.  Not of fantasy or fiction.  They sang stories of lives simply lived.  That is the imagery conveyed by a conversation with Clay Rice about how music influences his visual art.  You see, Mr. Rice is famed for his silhouettes of children, nature and life along the Lowcountry of South Carolina.

He carries on a family tradition, first made notable by his grandfather, Carew Rice.  Most of the biographies I found about the Rices emphasized their artistry with paper, but during our brief chat, Mr. Rice made it clear that music has always been a part of his family’s life, and that songs have always been woven into his work, especially his children’s books.  Read more of our conversation here.  Enjoy!

the purple files

In sorting through photos for various projects, I came across a cache of purple.  Now I have the urge to buy some purple marbles at the toy store, an eggplant and some grapes from the farmer’s market, and maybe pick up some purple paint chips from the hardware store.  Who knows what purples may appear in the near future.  Maybe I’ll even photograph a purple crayon. 😉