Below, a photo of the installed sign.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
the sign also rises
The sign I made for Beacon Bread Company, a new bakery & cafe in town. Full size is 30"x30" (wood), painted both sides as it will hang perpendicular to the storefront. Featuring my usual partly precise & meticulous, partly uneven hand-painted approach.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
flu time
i thought i'd escaped that damn flu
too robust to fall, or some rot
but it claimed me swiftly and efficiently
and i fell, and i rested
except for one day out to work and relapse
coughing and shuddering
i drink juice, broth, water, slowly revive
i snooze like a champion, nap like a pro
stare into space, read books, eat fruit
watch the snow melt and refreeze
think vaguely of everything i haven't done
but too tired for any of it
think of all the wood i've stacked this winter
across a hundred miles
now burning in people's fireplaces
Monday, February 17, 2014
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Sunday, February 9, 2014
winter favorite things
I'm in agreement on the crisp apple strudel and warm woolen mittens, even snowflakes on my eyelashes, to a point. Other current and perpetual favorites getting me through winter are (I should be paid for endorsing these products)…
1. my cozy insulated Berne work overalls, which in my enthusiasm I may have mentioned before
2. my yak trax, rubber things with metal spikes I pull onto my boots for traction on ice & snow
3. my vacuum-insulated Thermos that keeps coffee hot for hours (beloved in all seasons)
4. rich dark hot chocolate, sought out at cafes (let's say City Bakery or Vosges) or attempted at home
5. Smartwool thermals and socks
6. 'Working Hands' cream for dry hands and feet
7. australianScent (made in Beacon) lavender & geranium moisturizing balm
8. and then there's wood fires, hot showers, books, cashmere sweaters, sledding, winter dusks, movies, Club Draw, ukulele lessons, art shows, surprise flowering of indoor plants, rare sunlight almost warm through a window.
I would accompany all these with photos but #9 has claimed me: falling asleep clad in flannels beneath a down comforter.
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