coffee

looking beyond your nose.

I'm not sure where the saying "look beyond your nose" came from, BUT it's popular with mothers when talking to their children in search of something. In fact, I, on occasion, have used the idiom myself. So, here is an interpretation of the idiom when I stopped looking at my stupid smartphone when I walked into the coffee shop after watching "Song of the Sea" (awesome aesthetically pleasing and original film!) with the kiddos. Thump has delicious homemade chai tea and the kids loved their "real" hot chocolate. (Wow, taste the melted-chocolate-bar-in- there kind of drink!)

Have a great day and look beyond your nose for something new....or with a new filter, at least.

This is the ceiling in  Thump Coffee . Such a nice surprise to walk in and find the ceiling of wishes. It has empty wooden boards and markers next to the barista's pick-up counter for you to write/sketch/etc....and make your desire known! It's like social media for woodsy mountain people.

This is the ceiling in Thump Coffee. Such a nice surprise to walk in and find the ceiling of wishes. It has empty wooden boards and markers next to the barista's pick-up counter for you to write/sketch/etc....and make your desire known! It's like social media for woodsy mountain people.

Sunday Living of "The Art Spirit" (take 1)

Muddy pockets on back dirt road. My daughter and I having a blast.

Sunday Living of "The Art Spirit" (take 1)

Half of a whole day: Peddling over dirt roads pocked with water and mud. "Don't be afraid of the mud," I tell my kids, as I plow through the center of the puddles and flip up dirt on my mountain bike. We find moguls to pump our legs over and descend in succession. "I can wash whatever you've got on." They are resistant until they see me. Then they go for it. Enjoy the now. Wash them off later. A good day in the woods before snow hits this week.


Before the model takes his place, the wall is an identity in itself and is forward.
— Robert Henri, "The Art Spirit"

Self-portrait in loft of log cabin. The wall just was a wall until I gave it another identity. Robert Henri's art monologue came to mind.

Half of a whole day: The destination at the coffee shop for an afternoon of coffee, hot chocolate, egg nog latte, and sweet danish spilt among the children. We read our books in silence, in a group around our table. (I continue to read Robert Henri's "The Art Spirit," hence this is what filters my eyes at the moment while thinking about creativity and my awareness.) There is a great way to finish a long bike ride when the winds are gusty and it drizzles with the sun shining (random Central Oregon weather patterns), only after the huz requested we order nachos and watch football down the street at the Mexican restaurant.  

When we came home, after raking up pine needles and thinking about art going up the stairs the autumn setting sun hit the log cabin's loft. And I thought of Henri's monologue on backgrounds in portraits (hence, his quote above). 

Here's to a good week of creative energy and new output....