I should show you the most recent one. Last weekend we went back to Goat Rocks Wilderness in Washington for what turned out to be two spectacular nights. Our hike out on day one was hot and sunny. It turned from Summer to Fall overnight, both on the calendar and weather-wise. We camped at a spot where we watched the Summer sun set over the Cascades in the evening. And the following morning we had views of clouds that had settled into the valley below us that looked like lakes nestled in among the peaks. We hiked up Old Snowy Mountain, saw storms and rainbows in the distance, and made our way to Goat Lake for our second night. It was as breath-taking as I'd remembered it from last summer.
I promise that this space won't turn into a backpacking journal (at least not solely a backpacking journal). We're heading back to Mount Hood today, and I'm sure you'll hear about that, but jewelry will follow soon enough.
Barry traveled for work-related events a lot this summer. When I had the place to myself, I did a lot of the usual: jewelry-making, closet clean-outs, apartment rearranging. But this summer, I added another me-time activity to my list: obsessive doting on our houseplants. I've spent a lot of time arranging them, observing them, and rearranging them so that each gets the best sun exposure possible. I've been more closely monitoring their water needs than ever before. I've been fussing with leaves, noting new growth, doing a bit of pruning. And I've been trying to propagate new plants from the ones we've got. I kinda want a jungle up in here.
Before, During, and After:
Several pieces that I made in my ceramics class came out with really sad glaze results. Two of them that I couldn't bear the sight of - a funny little ring catcher and a small bowl - got matte black spray paint treatment last night. Much better.
The evening, above.
The morning, below.