october 11, 2015

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“Remember when you leave this earth, you can take with you nothing that you have received only what you have given: a heart enriched by honest service, love, sacrifice and courage.”
~ St. Francis of Assisi

 

happy, shiny people
happy, shiny people

 

Deb Chenault (right) is responsible for a lot of happiness in my life. She included me in her Happiness Project gang years ago that has since shaped my social calendar quite joyfully. More importantly, however, are the women Deb brought into the group who have shown support of my work, and me personally, in a way that’s nearly indescribable. My love and appreciation for Deb’s friendship, artistry, and heart have only grown over time. She shared with Stacy and I tickets to attend this weekend’s art fair in Berea where I met her kind friend whose name I no longer remember (it’s a problem I’ve always had). Deb has many friends, and many loyal customers. Her work is beautiful like their maker. It seems one can never say ‘thank you’ enough to friends like Deb. She’s a keeper.

 

reflections of
reflections of

october 10, 2015

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“Live your life. Take chances. Be crazy. Don’t wait.
Because right now is the oldest you’ve ever been and the youngest you’ll ever be again.”
~ Unknown

 

power couple
power couple

 

I don’t think David and Rebecca Campbell were expecting to see me today at the Kentucky Art Guild fair at Berea’s Indian Fort Theater. Bec spotted Stacy Yelton, blowing my sneak attack. Drop back and punt: take a real photo of the power couple. They let me! They are just the sweetest people ever, and Rebecca paid my work a compliment of the highest order, making my day. Have I mentioned that they are the sweetest people ever?

august 31, 2015

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“You never know who hides a hero within a very fallible shell.” ~ Stacy Yelton

 

keepers
keepers

 

One of my favorite things is attending the Berea Art Fair every July in Berea at Indian Fort. My friend Rebecca Campbell always has a booth at the fair and her husband, David, always helps her. Over the last few years there’s a little game we’ve come to play where I try to photograph them without their knowing. This is, of course, a little hard to do since I don’t have a long lens. I have to be pretty close, and that makes the surprise hard. Plus, they’re hip to my game, so they’re on the lookout. I still do okay, but this year I actually caught them during a lull in action and was able to get a really good picture of them together. I’ve known David since he was just a little boy when I played ball with his mom. That feels like a lifetime ago. He grew into such a good man that I love and respect. He married just right, too. Rebecca is just as warm and kind. They’re good people and I’m honored they call me friend.

 

surprise!
surprise!

july 11, 2014

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“Worry is interest paid on trouble before it is due.” ~ Miriam Makeba

 

onto the trail
trail head

 

Today, I was in Berea for the Berea Craft Fair. It’s held each July about three miles outside of town at Indian Fort Theater. This is also where the trail head to Indian Fort Mountain is located. The mountain is said to be a sacred ceremonial site, but that’s as much a guess as the Hopewell Indians are said to have been the inhabitants. I even read a report suggesting it was an early Gaelic fort, built by the legendary Welsh Prince Madoc. I hadn’t heard this legend before today. Berea College owns the mountain as part of its forest assets, which as it turns out, is one of the oldest managed private forests in the country. They’ve had it since 1898. This, too, was news to me. I didn’t have time to hike the trail, but I’m going back in the fall. What a gorgeous time that will surely be.

july 13, 2012

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Anything is possible if you believe you deserve it.” ~ Shirley MacLaine

hanging around

Every July, Stacy Yelton and I go to the arts festival at Indian Fort Theater in Berea. It’s my favorite of the festivals. I feel surrounded by creativity beyond measure. The mossy, organic wet wood aroma reminds me of Lance so strongly that I could swear he walked beside me today. Who am I to say that he didn’t.