Arachnid Life

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I found this squatting spider (an ‘orb weaver’, I believe) this morning as I was sweeping my front porch of new cobwebs and birdseed that’s fallen from the feeders.. but I couldn’t bring myself to sweep away the expectant mother. Charlotte’s Web left a lasting effect maybe. I’ve been catching LOTS of spiders in my house lately and releasing them to my yard. At least this one has made it’s dwelling outside where I won’t find it in a pant leg or under my covers, etc.. The very early spring has brought them out in full force.

The Dream of Now

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The Dream of Now by William Stafford

When you wake to the dream of now
from night and its other dream,
you carry day out of the dark
like a flame.
When spring comes north and flowers
unfold from earth and its even sleep,
you lift summer on with your breath
lest it be lost ever so deep.
Your life you live by the light you find
and follow it on as well as you can,
carrying through darkness wherever you go
your one little fire that will start again.

Spontaneous Artsiness

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I was sitting on my deck last night with my citronella candle burning and a drink in hand (in a ball jar — they are easier to wash because you can actually fit your hand in them to scrub the bottom) and I was watching the flame through the jar and decided it was iphone photo worthy… and there you have it.

Monday, monday

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Photos taken on a hike in the Greenhorn Mountains, close to Rye, Colorado, 2009.

The weather this weekend was too perfect to stay inside and work. Instead I spent my time doing lots of walking, meeting up with friends in town celebrating the KU Final Four/ Championship game, sitting in parks, drinking coffee on my deck, etc. I think this is why I like having four seasons — when the weather is beautiful, I appreciate it more.. Last night I was having a late dinner on my deck with my neighbors and we were wholly surprised to see june bugs and fireflies already so early in the year.. And then we had a long pseudo-philosophical discussion about how amazing it is that there’s these little bugs flying around that light up. Nature is all pretty crazy-amazing when you think about it. That’s why I like to be out in it and make art about it.

Back to the paper cutting I go.

Stormy Tuesday

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Lightning, thunder, rain and a hawk taking refuge in the upper branches of a neighboring tree.. I had just been contemplating my own unease about violent midwestern storms when I looked out and saw the hawk shaking the water off of its feathers. I guess that’s all you can really do when all is said and done.

Regardless of how simple that sounds, I’m hoping for good luck in the weather department during this art fair season.. Last year was amazing except for a few extremely hot days, but I was never once rained out. A couple storms the previous summer left me thinking I’d have to abandon ship, including one straight line wind that just about took me with it but instead left me with broken glass and bloody hands. Who’da thunk an art fair could get so messy. Storms can be a little unnerving to say the least…