Tuesday, March 19, 2019
It had snowed in early Spring, and a warm snap caused a cloak of mist to settle among the trees. I walked in the heavy air, so dense it made my breath sound like that of a stranger. I was grieving, and the stillness was a salve. Moving shapes emerged and I found myself among a herd of deer; they slipped around me on invisible legs, horns soft as wings against the swirling ether. I froze, I held my breath. They paid no mind to my presence. I wondered if we were ghosts.
a day ago
My blizzard ring, "Abandoned" is available for purchase online, along with several of my other pieces, at the @metalmuseumstore website. The ring features my one-of-a-kind enameled scene of a car buried in the Ohio Blizzard of 78.