Dump Beach

I went with a friend out to the old town dump site on the beach along Frederick Sound. 

The day was bitter

 raw and windy.

Our fingers froze.

I saw root bones, bleached by the tide.

 Drift of all kinds has been cast up on this wild place so close to our little town.

Rags cast off years and years ago perhaps, linger here.

 Rust bones are scattered about, half-submerged in the stones.

The beach is rocky.  Countless bits of beach glass can be found - perfect for the mosaic project I will be working on with our Fifth Grade classes next month.

Braving the cold was worth it - here is my treasure trove.

The Face is Waiting

I am traveling this week - visiting my family in Denver.  I left this little guy behind on my studio work table, the beginning of a new project to come home to.  Picked him up on the side of the street a few weeks ago.

Last evening I was walking with my daughter to my friend's apartment on First Hill (Seattle), a gorgeous early fall evening.  The trees were all a-rustle above the street.

Today I was airborne for a couple of hours, always very inspiring when I can see the marks on the land below.