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I am UmberDove.

And by that, I mean an artist.  One who hears stories in the wind, who paints because it is what her soul tells her to do, who smiths because the muse moves through her fingertips, who loves nothing more than the promise of an unexplored trail, the sound of the ocean in her ears, and scent of a serious cup of coffee.

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The Travelers Collection

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We're travelers baby.
We've got magpie in our blood and bison in our lineage.
We wear our savings on our fingers and our pensions from our ears.

That long highway?
The lonely one that fades into the watery mirage? 
We call that destiny baby.
The north wind ruffles more than our hair.
Our heart strings play banjo music.
And when we dance the whole earth spins.

The Travelers Collection
solid sterling silver, imprinted feathers, in three degrees of sass...
(you know where to find them!)

Sketchbook Writings

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~ From my Sketchbook Writings, June 14th 2012 ~
[after a long night of insomnia which transformed into the gift of a pre-dawn beach walk]
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It's colder than I expected, a world of gray and sound and clear orbs of jelly washed up on the beach.  I can not walk a straight line here; the damp imprints I carelessly leave behind weave and warp in a pattern of crazy.
I pick up another feather, this one tinier than the last, and understand something instinctual about humanity's need to adore themselves.
I need to wear feathers.
I need communion.
I need to imbibe the feeling of flight, feel the tug of wind across my scalp and the yearning of gravity toward my airborne hips.
I need the solitude of fog to wash through my chest, spitting out those ten thousand grains of sand I managed to pick up along the way.
I need the fire of dawn to burn off these lies I forgot to disbelieve, to leave a hot core of truth in its wake.
And then I realize:
this is no longer about the walk.
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What's for Lunch

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And dinner, and quite possibly breakfast tomorrow...
 I've been enjoying a number of ongoing conversations with friends who are all on similar dining trajectories these days; dairy-free, low sugar, low-to-no gluten, mostly vegan (and for me, no soy whatsoever) meals that taste FABULOUS.  Because really, what's the point in eating anything that tastes like cardboard?  I refuse because my taste-buds like to be titillated, and yes that is exactly what I just said.  
So!
Today I give you my latest foodie obsession, the FRESH Potato Salad!  This is the second batch I've made in a week, as the first batch I served to a group of friends (meat-eaters all) and every last bite was slurped up and seconds had.
~ Fresh Potato Salad ~
(like most of my recipes, feel quite free to tweak quantities and ingredients to what you have on hand!)

You will need:
2 pounds Red Potatoes, cubed into bite-size chunks
2 Bell Peppers (your choice of color), cubed
1 Large Cucumber, cubed
1 1/2 Cups Cherry Tomatoes, halved
A small handful of fresh Parsley (1/3 Cup minced)
An even smaller handful of fresh Thyme (2-3 Tbsp minced)
5-6 Green Onions, chopped
1 Can Black Olives, drained and rinsed
1 Can Beans (I prefer black, but kidney or even garbanzo would work just dandy), drained and rinsed
1/4 Cup Rice Vinegar
3 Tbsp Mild Flavored Oil (I've used both grapeseed oil and canola, and if you really wanted to, I'm sure olive oil would be fine too)
1 Tbsp Salt
A load of fresh cracked Black Pepper (this is an approximate amount ;)

And here's how:
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Place cubed potatoes in a large pot of water (enough to cover the potatoes by 2 inches), bring to a boil, then simmer for 8-10 minutes (just until you can pierce them easily with a fork).  Drain off water, toss the potatoes in the biggest bowl you own, and pop in the refrigerator to cool for about 15 minutes.
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While potatoes cool, chop the rest of your ingredients (peppers, cucumber, tomatoes, onions, etc.).  In a small bowl, mix your dressing: oil, rice vinegar, salt, pepper, fresh herbs.  Pour this over the potatoes, mix well, and allow to sit for another 5 minutes while the starches soak up all that deliciousness.
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Add all veggies, olives and beans to potatoes, give everything a good stir, and eat up!  I prefer mine over a bed of lettuces, but of course that's optional.  Either way, load up a good size plate because that's how much you'll want as soon as you taste it!  Extra special bonus: this keeps really well in the fridge for a couple days too.
Nom it up!

A Day in the Life of the Dove: Saturday Habituals

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[A photographic account of a single day in my life, a Saturday full of habituals, full of those places and things we love to do, full of sun, full of furry beast]

- Saturday June 9th 2012 -


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8:23 am
8:50 am
9:19 am
10:17 am
11:49 am
12:13 pm
12:33 pm
12:41 pm
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1:05 pm
1:19 pm
1:38 pm
2:13 pm
3:15 pm
3:43 pm (yeah... don't even bother asking)
4:20 pm
5:34 pm
5:58 pm
 6:09 pm
7:51 pm
 9:03 pm
10:20 pm
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Sunset

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Sunset
Currently this is my favorite time of day.  When the light turns saffron and slithers along rooftops, when the shadows stretch and the black-headed grosbeaks make their final songs.  It is when I gather dinner supplements from the garden, when my toes grow cold, when the dogs make their final maniacal gallops around the house and the cats beg to come out from one more snack of clover.  It is my favorite time to photograph the midas touch, my favorite time to breath the cool river air rising, my favorite time to kiss the day goodbye. 
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This past weekend I attended a memorial for a dear friend's mother.  I feel my life, perhaps all lives, can be best described by dichotomy: I am surrounded by rounded bellies carrying souls yet to be born, by mourning for those who have passed on, by children in curls and babies discovering their own feet, by friends who are faced with their own mortality in the bloom of youth, by the scars on my own chest and the still-fresh feeling of hair on my head.  I'm dizzy with the spin of life and death.

But I know this: I'm grateful for the life I have, for the life I live, for the time I am granted.  I wish to live in grace and light, but I wish just as fervently to live in the raw grittiness of human emotion.  To be present and honest.  To be full with the spectrum of life, rather than reside only in the prettiest colors.  If we only have one shot at a life, then I want to greedily gather every experience I can.

And lastly, I want to eat my greens.
Self Portrait as a Collard Green