Wednesday, February 29

a rainy day breather





A deliciously rainy day. A few errands to run and then I'm hoping if I ensconce myself in the studio, inspiration will strike. The cleaning out I did over the weekend finally extended to the studio and I removed a bunch of items that have been sitting aimless for far too long, and on the way found a few things hidden that could use a little more attention. We'll see what happens when I get my hands on them this afternoon, with a cup of piping hot lemon honeyed tea at my elbow.


xo brooke





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Monday, February 27

we're back on the hunt, baby, we're back on the hunt!





Or so tim said to me this morning whilst scrambling eggs. House-hunting again feels fresh and fun. I think we've both healed from the rotten experience of losing that other house in the past month or so. And we're back on the hunt. Dreaming. White walls. Lots of windows. Sunshine. Land. Gardening. Tim came in from working the compost into the soil this afternoon and quietly said, 'Gardening is the best ~ you can't do anything wrong. In most things there is one way to do it, but with the garden, you can't mess it up.' How many things can that really be said about? Nature is so forgiving. We are both longing for a house in the thick of things, where everywhere green is the place to be, healing is the norm and you can't really mess things up.


I have been spending far too much time inside, settling, sorting, working. Waiting for the tide of spring to draw me outside. Sometimes life seems so much more of the same. Over familiar. I find myself on the computer, looking for something although I couldn't say what. The house begins to stagnate around me, the colors are droll, I can't bear to look at the objects another time. I might go through a huge refocus with our things, like I did this weekend, ruthlessly culling to find the clear flow of space and mind again. I open every cupboard and closet and drawer and let go of things that have a heavy feeling or an obligation attached. My car is filled with treasures to donate. Such a release.


This afternoon the weather permitted us to go for a long walk (with only one dog, and stopped for sandwiches at a little place in town). It's been a while since we spent a length of time outdoors, morning to night; I miss it. Perhaps I have spring fever, or perhaps a type of nesting (or migration) is setting in to get this baby into a house in the wide open spaces!


We bought tickets to go to california in april. We're not even sure what our plans are. A week of the ocean, camping, flying by the seat of our pants. (Might I bandy about the word babymoon?) It's high time!


xo brooke





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Sunday, February 26

this too shall pass, I hope




A frustrating side effect of pregnancy for me is not being able to work very well in the studio. I can sit in there for an hour and not think of a thing to go on with. The flow is absent and it feels like an essential part of who I am is missing. I miss the burst of the really big projects.


All I can do is continue to show up. Dry creative spells always drive me nuts.






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Saturday, February 25

ephemerality

me and the luna moth

me, with luna moth



I think the incredibleness of living is that, no matter what it is that you're experiencing, and even knowing that other people, perhaps millions, have experienced it already, it's still new and fresh as if for the first time. Perhaps it really is the first time again, every time.







*photo by my mom

Friday, February 24

35mm film :: costa rica, 2009













ceiba tree, costa rica












Sometimes you just need to go someplace new, to clear the cobwebs out of your soul.




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Thursday, February 23

the tiny secret garden

35mm film


35mm film


Those top pictures are from when we first bought our little house, 5 or 6 summers ago. We had not yet rototilled the lawn to put in our mixture of flowers and vegetables. Every year the garden has changed significantly as we learn what we like in there, what takes over, or what isn't really doing it for us.









It's a tiny little space crammed with character, and tim and I have learned so much from all our tries with growing things and living in its private green calm. We look forward to trying things on a bigger scale someday. Nature is so incredibly nourishing and healing. It's the natural antidote to the confusion in the human mind.






on the farm :: baby mantis



the hops harvest





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Wednesday, February 22

polaroid postcards

polaroid postcards



Polaroid postcards now in the shop.


I love these guys. I gloat over them when they come. I send a few and tuck others into packages. I prop them around.



polaroid postcards



I really have a thing for snail mail. The handwriting, the stamps (I'm very selective, and put my least favorite ones on bills only), the pop of brightness and friendship in the mailbox. It's second best to hanging out with someone.


xo brooke




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Tuesday, February 21

clearing out the tea drawer

clearing out the tea drawers




Ah, the tea drawer. Everything's tidy now. I put a bunch of herbal teabags in a large teak bowl on the counter. Preparations for that ritual that in a foreign places is a lifeline, and at home, protects the secret and solitary understandings I keep with myself.





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Monday, February 20

35mm film :: nova scotia, 2007

listening to the whales




above the whales




lady's slippers




looking for fossils








cape breton



I was looking through my box of photos and realized I've never shared these. 35mm film shots from our road trip honeymoon through nova scotia, june 2007. We had the best time. When we hiked along the coast we could hear the whales breathing.


That really can't be topped. Only remembered with pleasure. Returning to see more, and perhaps to explore newfoundland and labrador are on our minds for sometime in the future.





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Sunday, February 19

how can my belly possibly get bigger? It seems structurally impossible.

21 weeks
21 weeks


I feel like a bulb about to burst into bloom. Now that the whole house thing has fallen through and it looks like I'll be birthing my babe in our present house, my mind is turning towards serious changes/nesting. Wanting a feeling of openness and flow throughout the house. Extraneous possessions either tidied away or donated. A look at essentials. A feeling towards the gentleness of white wool and soft gray and sunshine and houseplants. Working on the garden will be the main thing. I imagine we'll find a house within a year or so and that this is the last summer I'll be able to spend with it, so I can focus on annuals and vegetables and colors. A major clearing out is going to occur, even if I have to be out there in may on my hands and knees working our compost in. June is the perfect time to have a new little one, and he's going to have plenty to look at as we spend time out there under starry skies or a morning sunshade!


xo brooke




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Saturday, February 18

around here lately









around the studio




around the studio




around the studio




around the studio




around the studio



I have plans to hit an estate sale early tomorrow morning. It's been ages and I hope I find something special. My house is filled with thrifted and free, curb-shopped and garage-sale things, but I still love the thrill of the hunt.


Bought pink flowers today from our local cheap veggie market. Also thrifted five jigsaw puzzles ~ we've been playing a lot of crossword puzzles and boggle, and it brings a wonderful freshness and feeling of discovery to my brain.


Finally fixed the spot on the wall where the green paint in the kitchen had gotten scraped off. I've been looking at it for months, and it has bugged me every time. There's always a hundred little things like that that I notice, but I rarely have the energy to keep up with all of it. Now each time I look at where the spot was, I feel wonderful.


Off to eat some mango,
xo brooke




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reading: come, tell me how you live by agatha christie mallowan

Friday, February 17

odds and bobs

studio



Bogggle and crossword puzzles, warm baths, blue candles, asparagus, the snoring cat, balmy sunshine and also gray skies, Cadfael dvd box set in the mail (I splurged), blank studio hours and finally ideas coming, 'banjo' kicking to make me back up when I stand too close to the stove heating soup, sending letters, yoga fireside, tossing old spices, making plans, waiting on news, chilly evening walks, sorting and organizing and clearing, nutella straight from the jar...


It's been a wonderful, mishmash, normal, good week.


How was yours?


xo brooke





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Sunday, February 12

sunday baking

3 cold risings



trying out a new bread recipe



Tried out a new whole wheat bread recipe this morning. I have been making no-knead loaves for so long I'd forgotten how pleasant kneading is. The loaf is cooling now and I can't wait to try a slice when I get back from my walk.





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Saturday, February 11

some days are just good

the sunrise this morning drew me out of bed




breakfast




shopping




studio








lunch




20 weeks



Today seemed beautiful, everywhere I looked.






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