In the Studio

 

Everything can be taken from a man or a woman but one thing: the last of human freedoms to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.
Viktor E. Frankl

 

Oh, how I have been feeling this quote lately!  As I struggle towards my own feelings toward life, and it’s constant challenges I tend to get frustrated with the general populations’ consensus to be happy in misery.  It is hard to fight this machine but I will endeavor to march to the beat of my own drum.

 

So what has been going on in the studio?

I’ve been quite busy finishing up a commissioned pieces and editing photos, but mostly I want to be outside playing in the dirt.  I did get some exciting news recently.  I heard from an old friend who wants me to be the photographer at his wedding.  I am both thrilled and terrified.  And that is the gist of what is going on in the studio.  It is all very exciting to me and I am sure that when I am not too tired I will ramble on and on as usual.

 

With Love,

Wenders

Spring Spring

 

April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go.  ~Christopher Morley, John Mistletoe

This is one of the few times during the year that I love living in Texas.  Despite the wind, Spring is fabulous here and I am in love with all the green finally emerging.  This is a great time for Jude as he is almost a pro at the whole walking thing and really (really, really) likes being outside.  The kiddie pool (cheap, plastic, and awesome) is already full of grass clipping and crazy, makeshift toys afloat.

We have worked super hard to get something of a vegetable and herb garden started and I vow…. do you hear me?….I VOW to really put an effort into maintaining our beautiful organic veg and herbs this year.  The last few years have really been a wash <insert excuses excuses excuses>.  I am still determined to do buckets, containers, and raised beds since dirt here doesn’t exist.   Honestly, I was shoveling up some dirt on the side of the house and came up with fully formed  clay pots.  It is not good dirt.

So forgive the absence as we were really enjoying the sunshine.

Wenders

p.s. The above photo was taken at my parents West Texas farm.  My sweet baby cherry tree was in full bloom.  It was a root transplant I took from my grandmother’s cherry tree and is 3 years old.  It makes my heart sing to see it thriving.