My firstborn was working in Poland recently and brought me back three gorgeous pieces of Polish pottery. I am smitten. The handiwork is quite impressive.
I have long admired pottery, from an aesthetic perspective, as well as from a utilitarian point of view. There is a short list of essential items needed to survive, and 'a vessel in which to carry water' is on that list. When archaeologists unearth old ruins, broken earthenware pots are invariably found somewhere in the area.
I wanted to try pottery back in the day; I felt that the clay and I might have a thing.
My husband gave me a gift certificate for pottery classes one year as a Christmas gift. Yes! A chance to release my inner potter.
We are in the planning stages of The Tribute, a musical celebration of our Dad, who passed away five years ago.
Dad is to blame for the bulk of the homemade music in our houses, so it's only fitting that we should get together in his hometown once a year to play some music, and remember him.
I have been dabbling in a bit of graphic design in an attempt to make a t-shirt for this year's Tribute; we have been making t-shirts available for participants and family since the first Tribute.
It's hard not to think about 'life, the universe and everything' this week, what with the most recent proof of Einstein's prediction of gravitational waves!
For someone who has not given a lot of thought to the theory of relativity for some time (notwithstanding this past Christmas), I have found myself thinking about it a lot this week, and experiencing a touch of sub-atomic vertigo as a result.
When you've crested 'the hill', and find yourself beginning the descent down the other side, it becomes more and more apparent that time appears to speed up.
And it seems to be doing so at an exponential rate.
Each year, when I get that very first glimpse of Christmas I say to myself, "...didn't we just do this 2 months ago?"
At the rate time is travelling in my brain, I suspect the 2 months will go from 2 weeks to 2 minutes before I exit stage left. Gulp.
The good news is, I'm pretty sure I am not alone in that one. I hear other crested baby boomers/Gen Xers say it all the time.
And I remember hearing my parents and grandparents say it too. Nice to not be alone!
The general advice from experienced wedding photographers, to those who don't shoot weddings, is '...if a friend asks you to photograph their wedding, say no'.
The reason for this advice is simple- shooting weddings is challenging and, given that a wedding day is generally a once-in-a-lifetime event, poor results would be disappointing; there is no chance to do a re-shoot!
It is recommended to work as a 'second shooter' on a few weddings before taking on a wedding as the 'primary shooter'.
“Once you can accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something, wearing stripes with plaid comes easy.” Albert Einstein
I was doing a bit of reading today, hunting for a delicious quote that captured my mood. I came across several that scratched at today's sentiments about music and family, but the one above by Einstein made me grin from ear to ear...so I had to include it! A good ear-to-ear grin always beats scratching at sentiments in my books!
I am not long back from Vancouver. First time. Like Jamaica, it was lovely.
Unlike Jamaica, at no point did it remind me of Newfoundland and Labrador. Never. Not once. Pretty much the opposite. Big city with pleasant weather, lots of thin people and the smell of dead skunks everywhere. Here in NL, we have no big cities, fewer thin people and, although I have smelled dead skunks at the George Street Festival once or twice, dead skunk is not a common smell. And the weather? Well I am not going there.
The Dixie Chicks have a song called Cold Day In July. It is on their Fly album from 1999. I love singing along with them on this one...a cathartic crooner.
The song is about a breakup; essentially, her lover had previously said that it would be a cold day in July before he left her and, given that he is leaving, she is lamenting that it must be a cold day in July.
Logic...you gotta love it.
If you know me at all, you know that I have been drooling over the Big Green Egg for quite some time. Well, it finally happened! I have a Big Green Egg!
OK... not quite. I actually have a Big Steel Keg. Like an Egg, but different!
Both the Egg and the Keg are kamado cookers, and both are rumoured to be fantastic, but when I started to shop around I realized that the Keg differs from the Egg in a few ways that work best for me.
1) It is not 162 pounds. The Big Green Egg is a ceramic cooker and, as a result, very heavy! The ceramic keeps the heat in quite efficiently, however as with everything in life, there is a trade off. And, in this case, it happens to be weight. The Big Steel Keg only (!) weighs 126 pounds.
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