Super Friends
UmberDove
Faster than speeding bullets,
Twice the mud,
Thrice the slobber.
Saving the world one woof at a time.
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OH!
And I almost forgot! Outtakes from tonight's romp...
They are loving life.
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A Fondness
UmberDove
In the name of seeking joy, I painted a small tribute piece to the feathered finch of my daily delight.
A Fondness
5"x7" Watercolor on 100% cotton Arches watercolor paper
It is no secret that I harbor a great fondness for the feathered creatures that inhabit my property. They are the original survivors, the songmakers, the joy bringers, the gifters of grins and scatterers of seeds.
Sometimes it just feels good to paint with nothing but joy and thanks in your heart.
Sometimes it just feels good to paint with nothing but joy and thanks in your heart.
UmberDove
Good Tuesday to you!
It's been chilly here.
I finally got my wish: the thermometer has dropped steadily into the 20's, my fingers have ached while running the pups, and a hard crystalline layer greets the dawn. It's one of those things I need to feel, in order to know that time is moving along at it's ever steady clip, the click of seasons and the shifting of wardrobe.
I can't believe it's been a whole week.
I'd love to launch into some sort of fabulous tale of where I've been and the adventures I've had, but truly, TRULY the most action I've seen has been the raising of one tea cup after the other. That bug laid me out something fierce, I recovered, pushed too hard (hello type A), and found myself quite immediately back on the couch.
Le sigh.
I'm not a good patient.
Never have been.
BUT,
with that done and past, I'd really love to show you some of the metal work dancing about in my studio! Care to take a peek?
Tidal Earrings
in two sizes: A Petite Swell and A Rolling Surf
I've thought a lot about the push of pull of the tides of my heart. Somedays I can walk for miles with a gentle swish of surf cooling my toes, on others the sneaker waves break in a sharp, dark froth. On those days my skin feels raw in the wind, the waves crest so high and the sand beneath my feet shifts. But this I know, just as surely as the sun will rise and the moon will shine: The tide will always shift. The moon will pull back and the shoreline will reveal its treasures. You will walk steady in the sand, the sea will send its lightest foam dancing in the breeze. This is life. This is the good that is so good, and the dark that makes the light ever brighter.
You can count on it.
Flirting With Yourself Earrings
A delightful return!
And just because I love them so,
Ten Thousand Small Histories No. 3
Sterling Silver and two utterly fabulous bits of beach pottery, plucked right here on the high beaches of Northern California. This particular necklace features a FIND and a HALF of a bit: scrolling blue arcs on weathered porcelain - be still my heart!
(consider the shop updated...)
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So tell me what have you been up too!
I've missed you so!
~ Umber ~
I finally got my wish: the thermometer has dropped steadily into the 20's, my fingers have ached while running the pups, and a hard crystalline layer greets the dawn. It's one of those things I need to feel, in order to know that time is moving along at it's ever steady clip, the click of seasons and the shifting of wardrobe.
I can't believe it's been a whole week.
I'd love to launch into some sort of fabulous tale of where I've been and the adventures I've had, but truly, TRULY the most action I've seen has been the raising of one tea cup after the other. That bug laid me out something fierce, I recovered, pushed too hard (hello type A), and found myself quite immediately back on the couch.
Le sigh.
I'm not a good patient.
Never have been.
BUT,
with that done and past, I'd really love to show you some of the metal work dancing about in my studio! Care to take a peek?
Tidal Earrings
in two sizes: A Petite Swell and A Rolling Surf
I've thought a lot about the push of pull of the tides of my heart. Somedays I can walk for miles with a gentle swish of surf cooling my toes, on others the sneaker waves break in a sharp, dark froth. On those days my skin feels raw in the wind, the waves crest so high and the sand beneath my feet shifts. But this I know, just as surely as the sun will rise and the moon will shine: The tide will always shift. The moon will pull back and the shoreline will reveal its treasures. You will walk steady in the sand, the sea will send its lightest foam dancing in the breeze. This is life. This is the good that is so good, and the dark that makes the light ever brighter.
You can count on it.
Flirting With Yourself Earrings
A delightful return!
And just because I love them so,
Ten Thousand Small Histories No. 3
Sterling Silver and two utterly fabulous bits of beach pottery, plucked right here on the high beaches of Northern California. This particular necklace features a FIND and a HALF of a bit: scrolling blue arcs on weathered porcelain - be still my heart!
(consider the shop updated...)
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So tell me what have you been up too!
I've missed you so!
~ Umber ~
A Short Announcement
UmberDove
Hello All!
Well I know I tossed out the teaser with a shop update scheduled for today, but here is the truth: I am sick as a dog! I woke up this weekend having lost my voice entirely and have done very little outside of napping, tea drinking and making fresh juices in very questionable shades of dirt and spinach.
So.
I'm rescheduling for later this week and letting my body take the time it needs.
Thanks so much for understanding!
~ Umber ~
Friday
UmberDove
We woke early.
I dressed in wool and double mittens, filled a thermos with coffee; he wolfed down breakfast and waited for his collar. The sky was that sort of surreal thing, full specific shapes I could not name that filled the air just above the earth. I felt damp on my cheeks, numb on my fingers, the anticipation of sun. I found too many stones; my pockets nearly ripped at the seams. He ran like a beast, snorting two trails of steam in broad circles around me. I asked him to look for antlers in the tall grass lining the river banks. He slobbered my jeans. The sun broke free of the forested hills and suddenly the world was crystalline.
We breathed hard together, running down muddy banks and over the remains of redwood giants. The light nearly blinded me, but I felt no fear.
My feet were steady.
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Here's to our Friday,
I hope yours has been filled with light!
~ Umber ~