I loved the still life project too much to just be done with it, and now I have proof that my art stuff really is (mostly) unpacked.  I got my light box put back together.  This nomad summer of ours didn’t put an end to my collecting of seeds and stones.  Aside from filling jars and shadow boxes with my bounty, I have been setting up new still life scenes in my head while I lie awake in bed at night. This one has maple seeds plucked from my favorite tree right outside the kitchen window in our Ohio house.  Hurriedly picked as we were loading kids in the car to drive away.  There’s a big New Hampshire granite beach stone back there– one that showed up many times this past February, a driftwood stick gifted to me by a special friend before we both left our old homes, and three small stones from the ocean shore by San Luis Obispo gathered this summer when I visited Barry there.  The stones covered in felt– those are from our new backyard here.  The kids and I collected stones and felted away last night out of necessity because this week I discovered resurrection fern and have been mulling over images of stones covered with felt and crocheted lace almost obsessively.  I mean, round, smooth stones covered in intricately crocheted thread?  You can’t get much cooler than that.

 Still life photos won’t be daily, but when the inspiration strikes they’ll be here.  I’m excited to set up my little worlds with some of my favorite things.  I can orchestrate something peaceful and pretty and quiet and clean– even if it is in an isolated little white box.