The Last of Our Garden Harvest
Here are some shots of the end of our season as we await our first hard frost. There are only leeks, parsley, mint, and green tomatoes left out there now.
Here are some shots of the end of our season as we await our first hard frost. There are only leeks, parsley, mint, and green tomatoes left out there now.
Follow along with me on this long walk at Huntington State Park, which overlaps the borders of three towns near here, including mine. All these photos were taken casually with my iPhone, as I wandered contemplatively through this chunk of land I equate with my home these last 25 years…
People came from every department of my life: art people, church people, homeschooling people, book club people, students of mine, collectors of my art, and blog readers!
I wrote up the miraculous story of how we met; I think it bears repeating here today. Please go read it here…
We went together to my one woman show in the gallery in Southington during the mobbed 50th Annual Apple Festival, which is why I chose to have my show there during this time.
I loved the deepness of the blue, combined with the featheriness of the transitioning clouds, and the gorgeousness of all that reflected in the water.
I pulled over in this beautiful spot in Easton, where the swans live, to enjoy some bright but moody clouds and September goldenrod ablaze.
I’m so proud of my husband who grew all the vegetables for this expensive fundraising dinner. His produce fed over 100 guests with over 200 pounds of vegetables under a flower filled tent last Saturday night.
I often seem to want to capture this place on my iPhone, and this post shows the little reflection studies that have caught my eye, as well as a couple spectacular clouds, and in the last two photos below, another great sandcastle made by the kids there.
There is something about the glory and the transformational nature about a sunset that it demands its photo to be taken. What a feast of color and beauty these were. These photos give a slice of what it felt like to witness them– awe, and honor, and humbleness.
Creative Arts Camp was a wonderful week with fabulous people in a beautiful place. Everyone was busting past limits, all while being supported and loved.
We worked to exchanging things into thoughts, seeing the ideas of Soul, instead of objects of sense.
This is the first year I have had the honor of both teaching here as well as being an artist in residence. I’m teaching a class called The Art of Seeing…
So now I am furthering my ongoing goal of appreciating such a continuous, overflowing abundance of random good. I’ve even taken photographs of some of them –mostly with my iPhone– which you can see in this post.
In July, my father’s side of the family gathered in Michigan to bury the ashes of our last aunt and uncle in the same lovely church garden that my grandparents and parents are in.