Make it matter

Wednesday, July 24, 2019

We’ve new folks in the Depot, a creative group called Matter Creative on the third floor. They had an open house for friends and family and Tom set up the press with one of their designs so visitors could flex their arms with screen printing.

It never fails, sharing the joy of screen printing is where it’s at.

Kyle with Fanta

Tuesday, July 23, 2019

Quick loop into Dayton after horsing around all day to see Kim and Kyle. They always boost the spirit. I couldn’t leave without finally capturing this printed portrait of Kyle referenced here.

Refreshment

Having taken the prior day off, today was back to the work proper, which I did gladly but while giving side eye out the window to the fine weather. I was able to make burgers and mime my way through a meal on the patio as my voice was still just a bit of a whisper.

And cheers to the explosive growth in so many varieties of beer these days.

Teaching in the field

Monday, July 22, 2019

I spent the entirety of this day teaching young adults (hopefully) new ways to consider photography. Dusted off some PhotoScouting books and we wandered through fields and around a barn, with a host of animal friends as a supporting cast.

I’d consider the day a total success, but I found myself without a voice by the end of the day. This temporary laryngitis would linger for the week and for a moment I started researching silence retreats.

But back to this day, it was a hoot and reminder that teaching is just as much about learning from the students.

More pool time

Sunday, July 21, 2019

Before we know it, calendar pages will flip, trees will slow the production of chlorophyll and pare down to their toughest parts and pools will be winterized.

So it’s time to take up offers to swim, even if it looks like it might rain a little.

The last time I checked in on this little one she was seemingly pool agnostic. With some swim lessons under her belt she’s now fearless—jumping into the water with glee.

Barb’s birthday

Saturday, July 20, 2019

Folks came from all over to celebrate Barb’s milestone birthday. People that knew her as a teacher, friends from church and lots of family to boot. We filled up the room with good tidings, stories of Barb and connection, and celebrated proper.

To commemorate the moment I did not eschew carbs.

Random flowers of kindness

Friday, July 19, 2019

a bouquet of wild flowers, not wildflowers from above on a white background

Mak texted, “Mind if I swing by real quick?”

She and her friends helped out with a photoshoot we had at the co-working depot a month or so back, and from time to time her cohort use the space to scheme and execute ideas with heart.

She brought a bouquet from her and Dani and dang if it didn’t look like something my mom would have whipped up. There’s such a beautiful art to flower arrangement, and this one by Village General Farms hit all the buttons.

Beautiful.

A barometer worth reading

A 1981 VW Westfalia going up for sale in Cincinnati

If we’ve ever hung out and started talking about life goals, I’ve invariably mentioned a camper van. It’d have a small desk to sit and make, and a door to a great big beautiful ever-shifting world. There would be a bed, provisions to get by for chunks of time, and hopefully a good sound system.

I’ve been waiting for VW to remake their minibus for as long as I can remember.

In fact, I’ve been wearing Birkenstocks since high school in preparation for that moment.

My friend Larry messaged me this past weekend and said his neighbor was getting ready to sell this 1981 beauty, I should head up the street and take a look. They pulled it out of the garage and popped up the bed for me. As soon as I walked down the driveway and spied it, the hairs on the back of my arms stood up.

I’m not sure this is the one, but it sure felt good and that’s a barometer worth reading.

I won’t lie, I’ve always had a more recent model in mind. I’m old. I like air conditioning and airbags.

The last year VW had these for sale in the U.S. was 2003. 2003! (Don’t get me started on the fact that Europe still has modern vans in production.)

So I’m pondering.
I’m researching.
I’m visualizing.
I’m channeling dedicated energy into this notion.

Maybe I just need to rent one and scratch the itch?
Maybe I should pimp out my station wagon? (No.)

I don’t know what will come of it all, but some thoughts feel good to nourish.