Cascades … we got snow..

These are from

This summer at Rainier. 

But yes. Snow in mountains. 

 

Elections. rain. Winds Storms and snow.

Some photos of cloudy days, rainy days and storms plus a little snow 

 

Always looking for something colorful to Post…

     Above is a Samarkand small bolinpush suzani, hand embroidered.                                                                               Below is a Mongolian yurt wall cover. Siberia.

              The reindeer people. 

Suzani. Samarkand  below. All hand embroidered. 

Some I chose from an album that are bright and colorful from all seasons to brighten cloudy much needed rainy days. 

I love rain anyway. 

As a very young child I didn’t see why I had to stop playing outdoors when showers broke out in spring time. 

I don’t recall why I was sent to my room but I think I wasn’t very quiet about having to come inside. 

To my room I’d go and stand on my little bed, opening the latched window and that way I can as very close to the rain anyway, and after the robins hopped out, I did too. Back out to be with my precious outdoors. My great friend and companion doing I don’t even know what. Exploring like all true adventures I guess! 

 

Autumn

I would give one of my ceramic pieces to Michelle Obama. And feel like I’ve left it in a safe place. For posterity. Or a few pieces from my collections. I’m sure she has her own amazing treasures but I have to try. Maybe she would like my tiles entitled, burnt offerings terracotta. Another burnt Offerings are in a corporate collection of a tile company and was in The Monarch Tile Ceramic Competition. It was Monarch who bought it. The clay was stoneware. These are hand made tiles burnished and fired in a sawdust fire and assembled to show the smoke gray moving through the piece. This piece is worth 12,000.00. 

 

I spent quite a lot of time at this home of a friend in Iraan TX.

 A friend, an artist friend, was from this family who owned a ranch that she inherited. Her grandparents built it. Her mother and aunt  got to pick out the furnishings for their rooms. It wasn’t  something you’d expect to see in the house so far as architectural. It was The style of their times. And gave it a liveliness unexpected. 

The remainder of the home was complete with hand made furniture that reflected the architecture of the home. It was placed in a desert setting, oil country and had very high ceilings. Like my Victorian home, too, with transoms for the hot air to flow out of the house. 

I’m sure at times I was there two weeks at a time. Other times, a month to 6 weeks. I recall walking in the dry gulch looking for fossils a lot. This used to be an ocean. It was the Permian basin.  We found many fossils. Left some at the foot of the bannister. Others I have tucked away somewhere. 

Her mother taught at Cranbrook and write the definitive book on textile design at the time. She’d moved to the budding artist colony of San Miguel de Allende and was a founder of San Miguel as an artist colony along with her boyfriend from around there. When my friend graduated from art school she moved there with her mother for 10 years. 

She’d married a part Arabian man from there and had a child but left with the child returning to the US and started a dye business. Her mother was in that too. 

Anyway it was a nice change of pace at times to be there and later I traveled with her and her son and his friend to Mexico, the city and San Miguel and other villages and cities. 

Her friend was the secretary to the son of the president of Mexico. She was away so I stayed awhile in her home before going to stay in another friends home. 

Everyday we met for lunch and took the boys and later were invited to dinner parties. The invitation might be fir 6:00. That meant, at 6, start think ng about going. Then think about getting ready. And it meant. Don’t show up too soon. It was perfect for me. That’s how I operated. 

There were gallery openings, authors from everywhere. And international intellectual conversations. It was not like anywhere in the USA. 

We drove to the city for a few weeks and stayed in the Santa Rosa district. The city was referred to as Mexico, not Mexico City. Ii took the boys to the museum of archeology and to the pyramids while my friend arranged an art show. 

In town walking around men whistled and whispered at me and if I’d paid them attention, they’d have followed me. So you try to ignore the sounds you stir up while walking in town. 

Later I returned often to San Miguel. I stay with a friend there. My old friend passed away. She was a relaxed and interesting person who had lived an interesting life. It was nice being exposed once again to Mexico I started going there from my home in the east of the US as a very young child. I felt at home there. 

Well we’ll do this is the ranch house and I have photos of SM . I may post some later. This house had 100 windows  there wasn’t much to do there  mostly relax and read and watch out for snakes and collect fossils  

I thought about buying it at one time but I really wasn’t that in to the desert, the skies tho, full of stars at night.  Deep in the Heart of Texas! 

Lemon ice and honey drizzled

Gourmet fireweed honey drizzled on lemon shaved ice. 

I started my first business when I was 11. But I had my first idea about one when I was 5.

 Until I was eight years old I lived with my sweet extended family with family close by. Within a block and a half radius

Home Sweet Home.