slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Author: Laurie
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I love the building where I work. The HVAC and plumbing systems are pretty crappy, but it’s a beautiful building. I call the lobby the transporter room.
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Sparkly stuff I seldom sport.
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Diego, my sweet reincarnation of Guido (except he likes to be picked up).
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Hey. I’m going to start the visual journal again to get back into blogging. I’ve been pounded with depression for the past month or so and it’s been hard to make myself do much of anything, but photography with a little point and shoot camera is easy and it helps me zero in on the…
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It’s slow going, mainly because my life and house is messy right now, but I only have about three inches left to weave on “98% Water.” My new-to-me Shannock tapestry loom is still sealed in the shipping box, because I don’t have a place to put it with our belongings scattered about in boxes. Most…
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As with the other class, I was so completely engrossed in Sharon Payne Bolton’s Far East class that I didn’t get many process photos. However, I took a lot of photos of her books and my classmates’ books for inspiration and they are on my Flickr page. The photo above is of the front cover…
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Roxanne took this photo of me on the second day of our class, when we went on a field trip to Cornerstone Gardens in Sonoma, California. The task before us was to sketch and take photos of the many unusual sculpture gardens on site, and I went a little crazy on the photos. In this…
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Tuesday, September 23 was a traveling day for Sandy and me, but we took off in different directions. He went home to Greensboro, NC, while I headed further west to Art-is-You Petaluma, a retreat that I also attended in 2012 and enjoyed so very, very much. On the way there I flew over Utah, which…
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On Sunday, we headed up into the Rockies. My cousin drove the four of us to Breckenridge, where we had a light lunch and then walked around the shops. The leaves were at their peak of color change, and the aspens were stunning against the blues/greens of the conifers. We were all kind of pooped…
slowly she turned 