Process
I spent the afternoon pouring over pages of old copies of Ceramics Monthly, sketching down the forms and shapes I like, trying to find my own voice. This is a perfect use for the journal a dear friend made for me.
Hotspringing in Idaho: Celebrating my Birthday!
My eyes are squeezed shut, I am gripping the sides of the car, my feet are pushing into the floorboard I am so nervous I have to pee. I am terrified. There was an upside down car laying in the boulder field just below the road, granted, It looked like it had been there for 40 years or so, but it instantly gave an image to what I was feeling. I have a phobia of mountain roads and yet I regularly sit in the passenger seat while Adam patiently tries to drive while I freak out. Why? Well,I like picking huckleberries and I love hot springs so I find myself in the situation more often than I would like to admit. How did I get here this time? I am entering the fourth decade of life and to celebrate we turned off our cell phones, threw food, clothes, the tent, the dogs and the kids into the car and embarked on a road trip to places we have never been before. A loop through Idaho stopping to dip into a few of the many hot springs that dot the state a...
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