
Spring is here and these remnants of fall, hidden beneath winter’s snow, will be crowded out shortly by the color and vitality of the new season now upon us. Vernal equinox, we embrace thee!


Spring is here and these remnants of fall, hidden beneath winter’s snow, will be crowded out shortly by the color and vitality of the new season now upon us. Vernal equinox, we embrace thee!

First with a hush, then a ripple and a sometimes deafening crash, infinite waves of ocean – again and again- rush and ebb and roar and ultimately retreat from whence they came. The dance of the seas, the dance of life itself…

Cee’s asked us this week to present our take on her Indoor Seating Fun Foto Challenge. This is from my Sawmill collection, photos taken after my dad died in 2007. He owned and operated Clark’s Sawmill for fifty years. It was his pride, his joy and largely defined who he was and how he felt about himself as a man, a father, a husband and a provider. He told me once that when he went to bed at night he could hardly wait to get up in the morning to go back to work.
This was his ‘throne’, the place where he sat to make it all happen – loading logs from the ramp to run through the big blade. It was my dad’s favorite seat in the house – or pretty much anywhere for that matter.





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