Summer is moving along at a pleasant pace. I wish I were working faster, but life with three boys in an off the grid cabin is, well, slow going.
The boys reluctantly attended a writing work shop as part of the Mountain Arts for Youth Programs at the Wrangell Mountains Center.
I attended a wonderful talk by Nine Elder about her work, process, and inspiration. Nina has been here the last two weeks as an artist in resident for the Anchorage Museum. She has been a lovely addition to our little mountain community.
The McCarthy Creek Packraft Race and Whitewater Festival was last weekend. Pack rafters from around the state had a great time racing down McCarthy Creek which just happens to be a block from my house.
I’ve been working on three quilts.
The first involves all the scraps I wrote about last week.
The Wrangell Mountain Center’s Gardens are becoming their own beautiful compositions.
It’s dark at midnight now. Last night I actually felt a bit of winter cold in the air. Summer–that beautiful thing of light–is making its steady turn into fall.
I hope you all are taking a few moments a day to enjoy the fleeting feast of food and light. I know I am.