Crickets!

I spent a month and a half cleaning our basement this spring. We found mold behind the drywall and that sure explains why my health has suffered greatly for years. That’s an entirely different story than the one I am here to share today. One day, I heard a strange noise in between vacuuming sessions. I feared an injured bird in our crawl space, but really I had no clue what it was. Of course, when I asked my husband to come listen, silence. We thought maybe it got back out. Then a few days later, he heard it and said it was a cricket! What?! We don’t have them here in Laramie, Wyoming, hence my lack of knowing the sound. So, for the next 3 or so weeks, the cricket kept me company while I cleaned. I said hi to him every time I heard his song and told him I was sorry he was trapped in our duct work and that I wish I could do more. I too felt trapped, cleaning a moldy basement is zero fun. Probably like being trapped in duct work. Then, a few days ago, I was coming up after putting a load of laundry in, and I saw a black insect on the floor. I thought it was a big beetle that we sometimes find. To my delight, it was my friend the cricket! I was overjoyed that he was still alive, so I scooped him up with a cup and piece of paper and released him into our side yard. That night, I heard him chirping away, trying desperately to attract a mate and define his new territory. I named him Chirpy after hearing him outside, probably a lot happier there than trapped in our duct work. How he arrived in Laramie, and consequently our ducts, I’ll never know. In doing a bit of research, I believe him to be a Mormon cricket. I didn’t stop to take a picture of him, as I just wanted him to live his best life outside. So, Chirpy the Mormon cricket lives on. Perhaps in the same way as in the opera I helped my friends Ashely Hope Carlisle, Jeff Lockwood and Anne Guzzo with. Here’s a link to the opera about Mormon crickets! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DwwHO6x0TMc All that to say, I sure am glad the cricket is free to roam and that I am done cleaning the basement! Who knew that cleaning the basement would lead me down the path to my next sculpture. Stay tuned. My husband got his PhD under Jeff and I have a lot of his pinned insects I’ve been saving for a sculpture. I think this topic is next in my studio!

A Vote for WY

Listening to the wind…

The fire rages again.
The earth isn’t happy, she’s on fire after all.

I see the fires burning in my friends.
Wanting to help blow the prevailing winds another way.
” How can we help?”
The masses cry:
“What can we do?”
“Stop,” I say. “Be still. Listen.”

Stop.

Listen to the wind.
Stay strong, upright.

I am stronger because of you.
Wind clears my head and spirit. A big, dust out of the closets sorta thing.

Finding my path clear.
My journey.

Together.
Feel the fire.
Embrace the wind.
Be the light at the end of the tunnel. The god damn tunnel.

Breathe deeply.
Hold your head high.
Fly in the wind.
Enjoy the dance, like a kite in an ocean breeze.

In Stereo

I never took chemistry.

My locker during a of year of high school was right across from Rogers room.

We became hallway friends, and later, bonded over chocolate and The Grateful Dead.

As it turns out, he was also friends with my husband, through different means.

For our wedding, he gifted us a 3-D view of life and living.

I like to think he and my dad are enjoying great conversations together, wherever they are…

Won’t you be my neighbor? Oh wait, you are!

This is Jenn.

Jenn is Rad.

She is patient, kind and encourages everyone she meets to be a better version of themselves.

Jenn smiles and laughs more than anyone I know.

On this day, we took her boat and put it in as many different bodies of water as possible.

Dressed as barmaids.

In July.

Just because.

I am so lucky to have a great friend who lives next door.

Put your feet up

Reasons to your feet up after celebrating all weekend!

A 30-year reunion full of friendship and laughter ~ 150 years of celebrating Laramie ~ 78 years of Jubilee Days ~ Dancin’ in the streets ~ Staying up until the wee hours of the next day with friends you haven’t seen in years

And, because I love any excuse to take a long bath surrounded by tiles I made.

The above photo was taken at night with the ambient light of a candle and this cool light fixture below that I made from an old, glass funnel from my dads’ lab.

Below are the true colors of my bathroom thanks to BHP Imaging.

Time Flies

Time Flies

In tribute to all my friends and classmates during our 30th high school class reunion,

Happy Jubilee! It’s been great to see you all and reconnect.

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© 2009 Jodie Atherton

“Time Flies”

Ceramics, watches, barbed wire

15 x 13 x 9″

photo by BHP Imaging

Collection of Wyoming Technology and Business Center