The great lakes have been part of my life as long as I can remember, particularly visiting the Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore. Last week, I took my parents, Daniell, and the dog to my favorite shoreline, complete with stick-throwing, bare tootsies in sand, and a hike through the dunes and woodlands. Water centers us, reminds us what we are.
So, an old-style snapshot to remember the day…complete with camera strap in the corner, and that dunes windblown look. These are the same trails that I ran as a youth, hot summer days, straight into the water below. The same trails that I hiked as fast as I could, to see if that high school date could keep up. And now, the trails that I savor, leading to and from the water’s edge, lingering just one more moment, as it all seems so familiar.
Finding peace and calm at the Arrowmont Utilitiarian Clay Symposium in Gatlinburg, TN, these little shrubs offered the perfect calm, complete with a bench nestled against the outside of the room where Gwendolyn Yoppollo was presenting. I found the Symposium to be incredibly stimulating, in a very good way, and meandered back up the Appalachians with many thoughts bouncing about in my head.
One of the thoughts is captured right here in the only photograph that I took all week. There are so many layers to what we do, as people who work with clay, people who make functional objects. What strikes me is how simple it is to see the layers on either side from where we are personally, and how we don’t often even notice the other layers. They’re outside of our view.
The gift of a gathering of makers of functional objects is that glimpse into the richness, the diversity, the spectrum of our clan. Thank you, Arrowmont, for creating a space for so many layers, so many viewpoints.
(And, yes, I’ll be posting weekly again, after a rich summer hiatus…)