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I am UmberDove.

And by that, I mean an artist.  One who hears stories in the wind, who paints because it is what her soul tells her to do, who smiths because the muse moves through her fingertips, who loves nothing more than the promise of an unexplored trail, the sound of the ocean in her ears, and scent of a serious cup of coffee.




It has been a fabulous day. Long (oh so long when you get up at 5:30 to drive your neighbors to the airport), prosperous and productive.
Today I:
1) Took myself out to breakfast - it's been way too long (and breakfast is so my favorite meal)
2) Wrote my New and Improved artist statement (for the website - I promise I'm working on it!)
3) Spent several hours painting in the studio (red birds upon red birds, just wait, you'll see it)
4) Whipped up two new pillows and listed them in the shop (these two, I tell you, they Are Some Pillows!)
5) Ran my new favorite three mile loop in the early sunset (I am growing to love "the stairs", seriously!)
6) Sipped a tasty beverage while sitting on the back stairs in the waning light of the sun (the most perfect temperature)
7) Ate a HUGE salad and watched some Family Guy (solo night = big salad, no meat, hooray!)
8) Made granola (ok, that's actually what I will be doing as soon as I post this, but if I write it down then it will get done. See how that works?)

August 7th 2008
Evening Discoveries

The sticky growl of tires on asphalt
(three hundred feet away)
Drowns out the evening song of the gnats
(three feet away)
Every vein in the maple leaves sharply illuminated
(too far to touch)
Glinting off remnants of a party on the stairs
(below my feet)
I sit awaiting the pigeons
(they're not here yet)
In the watery haze of sunset
(all eyes to the west)