This morning I am holed up in my office packing for a trip south to shoot birds. This little private office is my nest. It is a space that warehouses toys and tools, projects, and memories. Part office, part depository, my private quarters are a boot-room meets art studio with cocktail service to boot. The … Continue reading
Funny how some objects evoke lasting memories, the best of those are warm. When we see them, touch them, we smile and are taken back. The very best are those are enduring objects that last forever. We live in a disposable world, we buy electronic things designed for planned obsolescence, our food comes in things we … Continue reading
Big Haint Blue 