J O U R N A L
notes on living, places & the things worth noticing.
OBJECT • PLACE • LANDSCAPE • DETAIL • MOMENT
The Constant Cup
There are few circumstances in life for which tea feels inappropriate.
Wake up — tea.
An old friend at the door — tea.
A sadness without quite the right words — tea.
Four o’clock and dinner still some distance away — tea.
Bed, a dog curled close, the day finally loosening its grip — tea.
For something so simple, tea has acquired remarkable ceremony.
An Ode to Strings
There is something almost alchemical about the sound of a string instrument.
The violin emerged in northern Italy in the sixteenth century, refined by generations of makers who learned that the smallest adjustments—to the curve of the body, the density of spruce, the grain of maple, the tension of a string—could alter the character of its voice.
Maker’s Mark
There was a time when a maker placed their mark upon an object not simply to say I made this, but to say something far more consequential
Loch Ard Gorge
On long drives, old souls, and the conversations we keep.
There are conversations we have, and then there are conversations we seem to quietly earmark.
The Wooden Bowl
I found this bowl at HomeSense, which means its story arrived without much ceremony. No maker’s name. No place of origin. Just an object sitting among many others, waiting to be noticed.
