I have something for you. Where I live, Fall doesn't seem to happen. We literally go from green and full to bare -- a carpet of dead leaves the only remnant of our autumn.And it tends to happen overnight, and I miss the entire thing. Until today. I saw this tree on my neighbors lawn. … Continue reading Walk in it.
In the skillful hands of a potter, a lumpy mound of clay can become so many things. A vase. A bowl. One of those things you put in the middle of the table and spin around really fast knocking everything off to make you mom get high-pitched. By the time the artist is finished, she … Continue reading Made.