Category: Home Work
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Chair | Seattle, WA | 2016 Viewing objects from odd angles reveals details that the eye-brain partnership might initially ignore. Sure, the eye accurately records the shape and construction of, say, an Adirondack chair. But seeking efficiency, the brain provides a rough sketch using points of dimension and contour, and then hastily fills in the…
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Old Pitcher | East Wenatchee, WA | 2015 This old pitcher weighs heavy with memories: Cool water for landscapers stripping monster ivy from our trees, iced tea for goodbyes to friends leaving town, fruity sangria for the dinner party where Pat (shellfish allergy) spit out cioppino. Waiting in a dim corner of the kitchen counter,…
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Envelope | East Wenatchee, WA | 2015 I’ve always loved paper products, especially envelopes. Their minimalist design — one sheet folded and glued — has served us well for centuries. Envelopes have protected and transported some of the world’s most important
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Blooms | East Wenatchee, WA | 2015 “What we see depends mainly on what we look for. In the same field the farmer will notice the crop, the geologists the fossils, botanists the flowers, artists the
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Six Spoons | East Wenatchee, WA | 2015 The beauty of table utensils — forks, knives and spoons —comes from simple design aimed at maximum usefulness. The spoon, for instance, is basically a scoop to transport liquids from bowl to mouth. Works perfectly every time. No digital enhancement needed. I once attended a fancy banquet…
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Avocado Quartered | East Wenatchee, WA | 2015 Decades ago in the Florida Everglades, we had expected to see crocodiles — they were resting under a boardwalk that zig-zagged through the swamp — but slicing open the best avocado in the world was a complete surprise. We’d worked up an appetite as croc hunters, so…
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Bowl | East Wenatchee, WA | 2015 “We don’t need a melting pot in this country — we need a salad bowl. In a salad bowl, you put in
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Bones | East Wenatchee, WA | 2015 The dog lies stretched on the carpet amid a spray of favorite bones. He’s gnawed some of them for years, held them in his paws, sniffed and licked, gone wherever wild smells and tastes could take him. These photos
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Cone | East Wenatchee, WA | 2014 Some of us, maybe all of us, have an itch to scratch but can’t. We’re called by adventure, enticed by mystery or perhaps tempted by a spiritual or sexual quest — but something keeps us from scratching that