31518. Pottery Projects: Mandala Plate–Wheel Thrown Plate Using Elan Underglaze Transfers February 18, 2021
31517. Pottery Projects: Monstera Leaf Plate–Wheel Thrown Plate Using Elan Underglaze Transfers February 18, 2021
31463. Stay on Trails: A Quiet and Colorful Fall Day at Whatcom Falls in Bellingham, Washington February 15, 2021
31438.“When they burst through, a small chain of colorful mountains appeared below them. The range spanned from the deepest, darkest blue to the shiniest, brightest white and everything in between. The foot of each mountain was a single color– midnight blue, mossy green, burnt umber – and this color, whatever it was, was the darkest shade it could be. As the color moved up the mountains, the shade grew lighter and lighter until it reached the peak. The peaks were glorious pastels, shimmering with only the faintest pigment.” ― Paige Britt, The Lost Track of Time February 15, 2021
31437. “Joseph would reach out to me occasionally, the same way the desert blooms a flower every now and then. You get so used to the subtleties of beige and brown, and then a sunshine-yellow poppy bursts from the arm of a prickly pear. How I loved those flower moments, like when he pointed out the moon and Jupiter, but they were rare, and never to be expected.” ― Aimee Bender, The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake February 15, 2021
31436. “Quinnipeague in August was a lush green place where inchworms dangled from trees whose leaves were so full that the eaten parts were barely missed. Mornings meant ‘thick o’ fog’ that caught on rooftops and dripped, blurring weathered gray shingles while barely muting the deep pink of rosa rugosa or the hydrangea’s blue. Wood smoke filled the air on rainy days, pine sap on sunny ones, and wafting through it all was the briny smell of the sea.” ― Barbara Delinsky, Sweet Salt Air February 15, 2021
31435. “WHEN PEOPLE SHOW YOU THEIR TRUE COLORS, DON’T GO COLOR BLIND” ― Qwana M. BabyGirl Reynolds-Frasier, Friend In Your Pocket Conversations Session One February 15, 2021
31434. “I am an art work in constant progress; I am my own canvas, my own colors, my own brushes and my own inspiration.” ― Efrat Cybulkiewicz February 15, 2021
31433. “NEVER BE SO BUSY BEING THE LIGHT FOR OTHERS THAT YOU NEGLECT TO SHINE ON YOURSELF ” ― Qwana M. BabyGirl Reynolds-Frasier, Friend In Your Pocket Conversations Session One February 15, 2021
31432. “White and blue White and blue , You loved it then, i loved it too, Your eyes and your voice, I loved it then, i love it too, Your questions and the troubles, You loved it then, i loved it too, Your stories and the excuses, I loved it then, i love it too, Your songs and the promises, You loved it then, i loved it too,” ― Ratish Edwards February 15, 2021
31431. “HOLDING ONTO HOPE MAY MAKE YOU TIRED BUT IF YOU LET GO OF HOPE, THE FALL CAN SPIRITUALLY KILL YOU! HOLD ON” ― Qwana M. BabyGirl Reynolds-Frasier, Friend In Your Pocket Conversations Session One February 15, 2021
31430. “A LIE IS LIKE A BAD NEIGHBORHOOD; IT’S NOT SAFE TO LIVE IN” ― Qwana M. BabyGirl Reynolds-Frasier, Friend In Your Pocket Conversations Session One February 15, 2021
31429. “What treasures lay inside! Yes, here were the colors that she had asked for: red, pink, yellow, blue, green, black- all in powder form, of course, not like the one or two bottles of liquid food color that were available at the Lebanese supermarket in town; those were not at all modern- some big blocks of marzipan, and, as always, June had included some new things for Angel to try. This time there were three tubes that looked rather like thick pens. She picked one upend examined it: written along its length were the words ‘Gateau Graffito,’ and underneath, written in uppercase letters, was the word ‘red.’ Reaching for the other two pens- one marked ‘green’ and the other ‘black’- she saw a small printed sheet lying at the bottom of the bubblewrap nest. It explained that these pens were filled with food color, and offered a picture showing how they could be used to write fine lines or thick lines, depending on how you held them. It also guaranteed that the contents were kosher. Eh, now her cakes were going to be more beautiful than ever!” ― Gaile Parkin, Baking Cakes in Kigali February 15, 2021
31428. “Jess gazed at the apples arranged in all their colors: russet, blushing pink, freckled gold. She cast her eyes over heaps of pumpkins, bins of tomatoes cut from the vine, pale gooseberries with crumpled leaves. “You could buy a farm.” “Why would I do that?” “To be healthy,” said Jess. Emily shook her head. “I don’t think I’d be a very good farmer.” “You could have other people farm your farm for you,” said Jess. “And you could just eat all the good things.” Emily laughed. “That’s what we’re doing here at the Farmers’ Market. We’re paying farmers to farm for us. You’ve just invented agriculture.” “Yes, but you could have your own farm and go out there and breathe the fresh air and touch the fresh earth.” “I think that’s called a vacation,” said Emily. “Oh, you’re too boring to be rich,” Jess said. “And I would be so talented!” ― Allegra Goodman, The Cookbook Collector February 15, 2021
31427. “THE WISER I GET…. THE LESS I SPEAK, THE MORE I THINK AND THE MORE THOUGHTFUL MY WORDS BECOME” ~QWANA M. “BABYGIRL” REYNOLDS-FRASIER” ― Qwana M. BabyGirl Reynolds-Frasier, Friend In Your Pocket Conversations Session One February 15, 2021
31426. “The roses bloomed, thousands of them in a floral amphitheater, blossoms shading from gold and coral at the top of the garden to scarlet and deep pink on tiers below. At the bottom, in the center of the rosy congregation, the palest apricots and ivories perfumed the air.” ― Allegra Goodman, The Cookbook Collector February 15, 2021
31425. “Sunrises and sunsets were breathtaking moments in his life. Moments of exhilaration and ecstasy. Deeply moving moments when he would dream. Dreams that splashed myriad colors on his mind’s gray canvas!” ― Avijeet Das February 15, 2021
31424. “I had seen the world as either white or black. It is only when I read the pages of her diary that I understood why the sky looked so grey.” ― Sanhita Baruah February 15, 2021
31423. “Never had there been a time when sound, color, and feeling hadn’t been intertwined, when a dirty, rolling bass line hadn’t induced violets that suffused him with thick contentment, when the shades of certain chords sliding up to one another hadn’t produced dusty pastels that made him feel like he was cupping a tiny, golden bird. It wasn’t just music but also rumbling trains and rainstorms, occasional voices, a collective din. Colors and textures appeared in front of him, bouncing in time to the rhythm, or he’d get a flash of color in his mind, an automatic sensation of a tone, innate as breathing.” ― Lisa Ko, The Leavers February 15, 2021