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It’s that time again! A chance to see beauty through my lens.  Starting from the top going left to right:

I’m not allowed to buy any more dishes. I have a ba-jillion sets of dishes  that I am having trouble keeping stored at the moment.  But if I were to buy any new dishes, I would go for these Asian-esque bowls I spotted at Sur La Table.  Truthfully, I go into Sur La Table regularly and always wander over to stare at these pretties.   I don’t usually go for Asian style but the colors of these bowls remind me Tahoe, my first love.  Maybe I can justify buying just a couple as food props…

Yes, those are a bunch of little fish, hundreds of them.  They were dried and flat as pancakes.  A sales rep bought them at a Mexican market and brought them into my office.  Being the stinker that I am,  I dared him to eat one, which meant I had to eat one too.  What did it taste like?  If you have ever cleaned a fish you are familiar with that fishy smell that no amount of soap can wash away.  That’s exactly what those little treats tasted like.  Like a freshly cleaned large mouth bass.

I went on a walk down to the river and grabbed up a handful of wildflowers along the way.  Orange California Poppies, purple Lupine and some kind of wild yellow mustard, I think.  Against the setting sun they were just lovely.

And lastly, my walking buddy, Buck.  What you have to keep in mind is that the snow is still melting up river so that water he is standing in is fah-reee-zing!  But Buck, being a lab, is obsessed with the water and can’t understand why I won’t get in with him.  Maybe in July, buddy.  Maybe in July.


For those who are new around here, occasionally I share what I call my Everyday Art.  Everyday Art is anything that inspires me  enough that I will stop and take a picture of it with my phone or camera.  It can be something I find beauty in or something funny or just something that makes me stop and think.  Just 3 pictures today, from the top left going clockwise:

  • That is a rainbow trout my brother caught on the river last week.  We grew up on the river and fishing is a favorite family pastime.  It is a way of life for us.  It is our culture and our heritage.  I have photos of my grandparents’ lawn with rows and rows of fish caught on the same river and my Grandma still gets out to the ponds from time to time to wrangle a large mouth bass.  I see a beauty in that fish that most people would miss.  And I know how hard it is to hook one of those!
  • I was having a particularly stressful week last month and while walking through Michael’s I looked up and saw this sign.  I started laughing right there on the clearance aisle.  Relax, Carey.  Just relax.
  • I few months ago I was working on a project for a class I took from Brave Girl’s Club.  This quote spoke so much to me so I  created an art piece with it and I wrote below:  “I’m still here, there must be a reason.”  There were more than a few times over the last several years that I wasn’t sure my physical body would make it another year.  But I’m still here, and I spend everyday trying to honor that gift.

Until next time my friends.  And I hope you will stop and admire the Everyday Art in your own life.

I have been so so so incredibly busy.  I know, I say that a lot but it is always true.  I live a crazy, fun life.  But this week is especially busy and soon I will have a very special announcement to explain why.  I’m hoping by this weekend I can tell you what I’ve been up to… you will never-ever guess.

But in the meantime, I thought I ‘d share some Everyday Art from my phone.  Starting from the top, left to right:

1)  I had to take a picture of this because my brother’s name is Eddie, which is a really uncommon name, and he is an uncle.  Then when I checked out, guess what the checker’s name was?  Eddie!  It was weird.

2)  This is my finished canvas from Brave Girls Art A La Carte class called “I have An Idea.”  It’s a really easy project, but you learn some interesting techniques with paint and other media.  I love how it turned out and it only took about 3 days, including drying time.

3) It’s Fall and that means pomegranate season.  And I happen to work for an “ag” business.  And this pomegranate was brought back all the way from a huge pomegranate farm in Southern CA.  And I happen to be an expert at opening pomegranates because we grew them on our farm.  And I ate the whole thing.  And it was yummy.

4)  Did you know Jujube’s are a real food and not just the multi-colored candies that you buy at the movie theater and they are so sticky and chewy that they can lift out your fillings?  Ok smartypants, I didn’t know!  But they had tubs of them at Whole Foods last week and I was sooo tempted to buy them just to see what I could do with them.  But I knew it was going to be a busy week so I passed.  Maybe they will be there again next week.  I still don’t know what they are exactly… a nut?  A fruit?  A vegetable?

Don’t be so busy that you forget to stop and wonder at the little things!

Time for another installment of Everyday Art.  It’s really just a few pics I’ve taken with my Iphone recently.  I try to capture “art” when I see it, even if no one else sees the beauty in it, each photo means something special to me.

You would have to have the pulse of a barnacle if you can’t see the beauty of the ultrasound photo on top.  That photo was taken just over a week before the larger photo on the right.  Isn’t it just amazing?  And no, I won’t apologize for reposting pictures of my nephew.  He rules.

The next photo down, the one of the the dog on the river… let me tell you why I love this picture.  1) That is the Yuba River, where I was practically born and raised.  Some of my earliest memories are from the river.  I said my first cuss word near that very spot (blame it on Dad).  I know a lot of people love the ocean, but for me, I’d rather be on a lake or the river.  2) That dog in the picture, his name is Buck.  He’s my brother’s dog and he’s just over a year old.  Earlier this summer Buck found a large rattlesnake and got bit on his front leg.  He got bit bad.  His poor leg swelled up like a turkey-leg and we weren’t sure if he would make it.  My brother and I hovered over him for about 3 days and then on the 4th day he was back to running around and being his goofy self.  Buck loves the river and it made my heart happy that he was still around to go down to the river with us.

The last photo is hard to explain.  Oh, it’s a pretty enough picture all by itself.  One of the guys at work gave them to me and I was excited to  eat them.  But to explain to you why white peaches are such a strong memory to me would take some time.  The short version is this,  we grew white peaches on our farm.  I can tell you all about white peaches.  They are often a variety called Babcock.  They are freestones.   They bruise much more easily than other varieties of peaches and they taste like a mixture of honey and floral perfume.  The are best eaten on the firmer side, just a hair softer than an apple.  And Hmongs LOVE them.  They bought up roughly 90% of the peaches we grew and the really interesting thing about it is this… they buy them green and then pickle them!  They won’t buy them if they have even one little bruise on them and they can’t be ripe at all.  They must be under ripe, almost green.  Can’t say I ever tried one of those pickled peaches, can’t say I ever will have the desire, but I cannot see, smell or eat a white peach without remembering the Hmongs coming to the fruitstand, all piled into their mini vans to buy white peaches.

And that’s my Everyday Art.  Hope you stop to see the beauty in your everyday too.

“In the beginning God created…” Genesis 1:1

Late last year, while battling with a re-occurring illness, I was struggling to find things that brought me comfort.  Something to heal my soul while I waited for my physical body to heal.

I’ve always had a curious mind.  Even as a child I wanted to know how something worked, how to do it myself, how to make it.  Consequently, I’ve always had a lot of hobbies: sports, artwork, cooking, photography, reading, writing, sewing, you name it.

But when you don’t feel well and you have been drained of all energy; when your body aches and your brain is in a fog; when all you want to do is sleep, sleep, sleep… well, hobbies sorta take a back seat.  And so all of those things I loved to do, I had to stop doing.

Then this winter I took a class by Melody Ross, Soul Restoration I , that reminded me how important “creating things” is to me.  It’s part of my DNA.  It’s how God designed me.  It brings me joy.  Armed with new techniques and the reassurance that it doesn’t have to be perfect I let the artist in me explore.  My brain came alive and I started to see art in everyday life again.  And it healed my soul.

The heavens declare the glory of God,
and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. Ps 19:1

Now, I try to be more mindful of the works of His hands as I go throughout my day.  Not just see it, but capture it.  I have my phone with me all the time so I try to take a pictures of “art”, as I see it.  That word “art” can mean a lot of things but I love this definition:

art: of more than ordinary significance.

So from time to time, I will be posting a collection of pictures of my Everyday Art:  things that are of more than ordinary significance to me.

I hope you don’t mind.

PS:  Some of you are wondering why that mess John Mayer is on my art-board.  But if you have ever heard him play live, you know why it’s art.  Melissa, that’s for you!