Marin-A Colour-Filled Life

Life-It seems to come and go in huge waves of intensity and then a bit of drifting. I had really fun time playing with my mothers knitting basket the other day….lots of warm and cozy-making spun sheep.

yep it definitely feels like fall is on her way.

I took an afternoon off from all the craziness and went to have nails done. There is a very sweet gentleman at my nail salon whose specialty, are intricate nail art designs. I always love to watch the attention and care that he pays to the delicate petals as they unfold on my waiting thumbs. I then enjoy spending a week with mini works of art on my fingertips, striving desperately to not chip them sooner than one can avoid.

What does beauty look like when you stumble upon it? Can an old beat up bit of scrap metal, be full of glowing jewel bright colours? I walked by a scrape yard of car parts…and paused…the brittle, forgotten beauty of the material had a quality that could be seen to stand alongside my flowering nails or wooly basket.

A perfectly lovely afternoon


Nailing the details

All together now

Henna and Pattern

Forgotten Beauty

Petaluma-Turning of the Season

I stopped into my favorite jam in Petaluma, Aquas Cafe. A warm almond chai and a Turkey Fig sandwich of fantastic-ness made my Wednesday survivable. Today I made the attempt to see the world in pictures. For the past few weeks, I have spent most of my time thinking in symbols and theorems…but what of colour, light, and darkness? The beauty and vividness of a gesture, the fantasy of a line drawn in space, the movement of a body through a room. I spent my day paying attention to these moving pictures, and remembering their quiet rhythm in the world.

The Last Hurrah to Summer

Such Beautiful Detail

The weather has been extremely unpredictable. The clouds have been epic, and created very beautiful sunset magic. I can feel the light beginning to change, taking on a softer quality. The leaves are beginning to turn and my landscape is transformed. I just feel a small prick of sadness to be leaving summer behind, to be transitioning into this quieter time of the year.

My Evening Drive Home