Wild rose walk.
I for one am happy to have fresh snow to walk in.
I for one am happy to have fresh snow to walk in.
I’ve been beading a lot lately…a habit I picked up from my mom at an early age. There’s really no coincidence that it’s what I’m drawn to in my studio right now.
I often work on more than one sculpture at a time, as reflected in this image I took in my studio while working on Rooted and Wyoming Constellations.
Success! The Whirlpool is now in a metal recycling bin!
We can do it! And we did, by coming together as a community.
So happy to have friends who “give a hoot”!
So, there I was, grateful to be walking on the prairie.
Enjoying the whole expanse to myself, just me and a dog.
Not a soul in sight.
Anyone who knows me knows I am passionate about recycling and pickup broken glass and rusty metal all the time for use in my artwork. Today I came across this monstrosity. I can’t just put this in my pocket and carry it out like I did the beer cans blowing across the parking lot today.
I won’t deny having a piece of my soul crushed and my walk lessened by my view today. This is, hands down one of my favorite sections of the prairie. As I walked, I coined a new version of my favorite bumper sticker, “We still hang washing machine litterbugs”.
All this being said, I have a truck and would be grateful for some help hauling this to the dump. Unless, anyone needs a new washing machine that is…