JournalFest

I had the best time at Journalfest! I met some wonderful new people, spent time with some I'd met before (and got to know them much better!) and just generally enjoyed the energy and creative atmosphere. I took a few photos and I'm posting them here, just randomly, as I am literally out the door this morning to head to daughter Annie's with my son and his family in tow. I should have many grandbaby photos to share in a week or so.

No posts for a bit but then I'll be back and try to catch up!


Happy Halloween!!!

Michele and Roberta at an evening journaling party

Tiphoni, my watercolor class instructor----she was GREAT!

Roberta at a journaling party
Karla, she of the fabulous voice who belted out Don't Rain on My Parade in a version to shame Barbara.....
L to R: Sally, Nancy, Michele and Maria
Doris Arndt, my table mate in Stephanie Lee's Book of Elements class, and one of my (excellent) instructors at the Portland Art & Soul



My mica book from Daniel Essig's class

The Jacob's Ladder covers in construction

L to R: Maria, Roberta and Michele at the Asian Noodle House, Port Townsend

Portland Redux

When I was in Portland, Oregon, attending Art & Soul, I took Saturday off to explore some of Portland with Nonie. In the morning we headed off to look for some shops that import seashells, as Nonie uses shells in her artwork and she is always looking for more sources. Thank goodness for GPS! My Honda came equipped with the most wonderful GPS unit and with its help we were able to track down the locations of these importers. All of them were out of business, but my, did we have fun hunting them down. We found one place that was waaaaaay out north and east of our location, under a bridge. I'm not sure the Post Office could find that place, but the Honda's GPS did. Too bad it was closed.

After our fruitless seashell expedition, we headed to the Pearl District and found the Saturday market. It was fun to wander about, reliving the early 70s, as many of the stalls were selling Hippie-style clothes and, well, equipment for smoking alternatives to tobacco....There were tie dyed granny dresses, vests, psychedelic patterned t-shirt, organic "fair food," candles, soap vendors and some fantastic musicians whose instruments were up ended plastic buckets. Those guys could drum!

I found the following sign on the side of building while we were walking around.....

....and this gentleman not far away. Obviously, keeping Portland weird will not be a problem.

It was a lovely early autumn day and we really enjoyed just having some free time to go out and explore a bit of Portland. Considering the number of times I've been there, it is sad to realize how little I know the city. Portland is a great place and I am planning on spending more time there.

I heart Portland!

Hello Again

Yes, I am back. Well, back for a short time before I head off on more travels. I have had an amazing past few months with trips to Nantucket, Alaska, Vancouver Island and Art & Soul in Portland, Oregon. Now I am enjoying a few weeks at home. Home is wonderful. Home is, well, home and I think my recent gallivanting has made me treasure my own cozy nest even more. And my cabin...oh, how glad I was to see it last weekend. The leaves on all the maple trees were just starting to turn and I am eagerly looking forward to seeing if they are much farther along in their annual color display tomorrow when I return for one more weekend to enjoy that particular little cozy nest before I pack my bags and head out again.

Next week I head to Port Townsend and the first ever JournalFest, brought to us all by the amazing Teesha and Tracy Moore. I have all my supplies packed up, ready to head out next Wednesday. The week after that I head down to Southern California to visit 2nd daughter and her family with son and his family in tow. All five of my grandbabies will be there, under on roof, a gramma's dream come true. It will be a glorious mini reunion and I am so excited!

And then, a week to prepare for a BIG family party to celebrate my DH's SIXTIETH birthday. Both of my Cali girls will be coming home (one with her special friend in tow and the other alone as it's just too much to bring her husband and their two babies for two nights) and my brother-in-law and sister-in-law and their two children from California will be here, and cousins and my mother-in-law and another sister-in-law (my travel partner Nonie) and and and and AND!!! We will be having a wild family rumpus! Cake will be eaten! Wishes will be made as candles are blown out! Gifts will be given and, most of all, we will gather together to celebrate DH and his many, many years (and--oh!--many many more, please!) and we will just bask in the joy of being together for such a happy occasion. Lucky us.

So very lucky me.

My eldest granddaughters had birthdays last month and are now FIVE and FOUR and where does the time go?

I will try and update this blog every few days, Dear Reader (if you are still there!) with some photos from my travels and a few little snippets of my most memorable travel tidbits, but tonight I want to share a poem that I discovered while visiting the Museum of the North in Fairbanks, Alaska. I hope you like it as much as I do.

There Is No Word for Goodbye

by Mary TallMountain

Sokoya*, I said, looking through

the net of wrinkles into

wise black pools

of her eyes.

What do you say in Athabaskan

when you leave each other?

What is the word

for goodbye?

A shade of feeling rippled

the wind-tanned skin.

Ah, nothing, she said,

watching the river flash.

She looked at me close.

We just say, Tlaa. That means,

See you.

We never leave each other.

When does your mouth

say goodbye to your heart?

She touched me light

as a bluebell.

You forget when you leave us,

You're so small then.

We don't use that word.

We always think you're coming back,

but if you don't,

we'll see you some place else,

You understand,

There is no word for goodbye.

*sokoya : aunt on mother's side

A Taste of Nantucket

I have just returned from a lovely, relaxing visit to Nantucket. I'd never been there before, the closest being a trip to Cape Cod when I was in high school (oh, these many, many years ago!). Nantucket is even more beautiful than I'd imagined.

While I work on my photos from this trip I thought, Dear Reader, to share a few preliminary snaps with you.

Green

I spent an intense Sunday putting together my six pages for a collaborative color journal. Some of us, who were also members of the Sensual Journal group decided to continue on with the collaborative idea and we have now begun our work on Color. Green was our first assignment. I am leaving for a visit to my dear friend Bee on Wednesday so I had to get my pages done now and mailed off as I won't have time to do them once I return from Nantucket.

I prepared the background for my layout with three colors of tissue paper laid onto a 9 by 12-inch piece of 7 Gypsies (green!) paper which was patterned on one side and a solid on the other.

Green is not my favorite color but I found myself liking the color more and more as I began to assemble the bits and pieces that make up my pages.

I carved two rubber stamps to use on the pages. One just says "green" and the other is a set of three leaves.

I drew a pear onto a transparency and once I got it to suit me I copied it onto five more transparencies to save time.


I cut out leaf shapes that were printed with my "green" rubber stamp to use on the 9 by 12-inch layout and just printed the "green" stamp onto a tag to use for my cover page.

I am pretty happy with the final result. I'm very eager to see what the other members of this collaborative dream up for their pages. It should be a very interesting journal once it is completed.

I would like to publicly thank Catherine Anderson for being the hostess of this collaboration. Cathy is also the hostess for my Photojournal group. I don't know where she finds the time, but she does the most amazing covers for our photo books and keeps us all on task in the most gentle way. Thank you, Catherine, for every lovely thing you do for us all.

Our Summer Reunion

Lest you think, Dear Reader, that I have been lounging about, enjoying the wonderful summer weather and doing nothing but eating bon bons and drinking champagne, I post here a few photos. My daughter and son, pictured above, have five children between them. Daughter is visiting with her family from California and son and his family have been frequent visitors since sister's arrival. It has been babies from the floor to the door for almost two weeks. We do not loll. Trust me. WE. DO. NOT. LOLL.

Ever.

What we seem to do a lot of, besides just GOING, is eating. Please see photographic evidence that follows.

We have had lots of time for cuddling.

We have had time to tell stories to willing listeners....some true, some made up on the spot and some from treasured story books.

We've done a lot of smiling....

....and we've done a lot of coloring.....

.....and we've had some well-earned naps.

But, truthfully, the only one who has had any time for just plain ol' lolling is, well, Grandpa!

Escape from Alcatraz

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EFA09_SwimStart_Upperdeck from Rick Gaston on Vimeo.

My eldest daughter has been doing triathlons for a few years now, and yesterday she did her third Escape from Alcatraz. I think. It might be her fourth. Her friend, Rick Gasto, took the video featured here from the top deck of the barge all the swimmers use as the starting point of the race. They all leap into San Francisco Bay and battle the strong currents to a specific landing point on shore. The race date moves around each year as the organizers try to pick a day when the currents will be as gentle as they ever get. The entire race consists of a l.5 mile swim, an 18 mile bike ride and then, an 8 mile run.

Just a little training day for an Ironman Triathlon, my daughter said. You see, later this month she is off to Nice. Yes, that's Nice, in France. She will be competing in another Ironman there. (She completed Ironman Coeur d'Alene last summer.) The Ironman course consists of a 2.4 mile swim, a 112 mile bike ride and a 26.2 mile marathon---all in one day. And she really is my daughter. Who would have thought it?

Jen is amazing!