I finally visited the Exploratorium’s new location; it was even more wonderful and inspiring than the one I grew up with. They had a whole section on automata – something I’ve always been inexplicably drawn to since I was a kid and always wanted to try making myself, but never have. Why? For all the usual reasons: too many other “important responsibilities”, not enough time, not enough space, don’t have the tools/skills/materials/whatever and the real show stopper “why?”. That annoying question I heard whenever I had another “crazy idea”, that question that I never had a good enough answer to and which ultimately stopped me in my tracks.
But then I saw Scott Weaver’s, “Rolling Through the Bay” sculpture at the Exploratorium and learned that it took 37 years and 105,387 and 1/2 toothpicks for him to create this moving sculpture of San Francisco. (Take a minute and see it in action here. I’ll wait.)
Uhh…. what was my excuse for not making stuff again???
Time for me to get started. Luckily, my best friend j just issued another 30 day challenge. She’s going to make something every day for 30 days and she’s invited the world to join her. I’m in (with a slight modification to fit my life); I’ve decided that since I exercise 20 minutes a day 5 days a week, then I can do something creative 20 minutes a day 5 days a week. It’s time to exercise my creative muscles.
Wanna join in? Feel free to link here to your creations. I can’t wait to see what you make!
How can summer be half over already?! I find myself trying to capture every color, breeze, smell, taste and memory in hopes of preserving it. I’m stockpiling them, like jars of strawberry jam and ripe red tomatoes, to be reopened and remembered during the fall days that are already lurking in the shadows of the shortening days and cooler nights.
For some reason, live firework shows make me grin like a little kid! I love the smell of the fireworks, feeling the boom and “oohing” and “ahhhing” with the crowd. Happy 4th and happy summer – enjoy the show!
My quest for a black lab puppy continues. This week, I drove hours to meet this adorable little guy… unfortunately, he wasn’t “my dog”. I grew up with black labs – lots of them. I never guessed finding one of my own would be such a challenge. It’s heartbreaking and discouraging. (Although I thoroughly enjoyed all the puppy kisses! It’s been a long time since I’ve had any of those.)
I’ve never been good at giving up and I’m determined to find my black lab puppy. Any references/suggestions are greatly appreciated!