my three clay pots are never empty. one holds the heart, one the soul and the other creativity.

my three clay pots are never empty. one holds the heart, one the soul and the other creativity.

Monday, August 30, 2010

branching out

it looks like i misled you from your comments. i am not on the coast; i was there last week. i am in bend, oregon... sort of in the middle of the state, south of mt. hood, in the salisaw forest. there has been a fire and the land is rebirthing. today we went on a field trip to see some of these magnificent tree ghosts. it was a great composition study in black and white. the feeling was etherial. don't despair though the whole forest wasn't destroyed. and it is recovering quite nicely. there is plenty of green as well! there is certainly a lot of inspiration here for our theme.

2 comments:

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

am watching closely..how will this
work with the intensity of color
....can't wait until you talk
about how she blends this with
beginning your piece...
thanks for blogging this, nance ~

Storycloth said...

Hi - hope your time is just wonderful there. The fire trees remind me of a ski run here that is called 'Spirit Bowl'- a funnel type run which ends in a chute surrounded by such trees. This year I might be good enough to ski down it- spoooooky experience apparently. G.