A bench, a spiral sculpture, and the beautiful hills of Vermont. Lately I’ve been stopping here every morning as a way to start my day. Question of the day… Where can you just be?
Finally, the tulips are beginning to open up to the world while some are still budding… Question of the day… How are you living up to your potential?
Question of the day… What has already blossomed and is now ready to bear fruit?
Question of the day… How well do you wear the many textures of your life?
I’m wondering if it will be used again this year… Question of the day… Where do you return to year after year?
Another in the red chair series… Question of the day… Who has helped you get to where you are today?
This stopped me in my tracks. Not sure why, except that I’m always intrigued by what feels like inadvertent art. Are they deliberate brush strokes? I don’t think so. It was the base of an ancient street lamp post. No question today… Just enjoying the sense of movement in the inadvertent.
I’ve always been intrigued by the way bark on certain types of trees can look as though it’s flowing like a river. It makes me think about the dimension of time and how relative it is. The flowing of bark happens over the course of decades or centuries, but still indicates movement. Question of the More…
It’s that in-between time of year in Vermont. Winter’s gone, most of the snow has melted , but Spring hasn’t yet made an appearance. The landscape is barren and bleak. I visited King Farm in Woodstock today scouting for locations for a possible new exhibit there this summer at the 2019 SculptureFest. I’m offering two photos More…
The Red Chair went on an adventure yesterday and discovered a familiar environment of wear and tear… Question of the day… Where do you feel most at home?