Posts Tagged ‘metal work’

As I’m writing this, the wind is whipping around the house and it’s -12 F outside, but feels like -33 with wind chill.  Bad as that is, it’s much “warmer” that this morning’s readings of -24/-50+!  My January visit to my parents in Arizona is just a delightful memory.   Certainly no sitting out in the sun to read today!

Every year when I visit, we stop at the two tent shows running from January to March.  These tents are large enough to hold 100+ artists, many of whom are pursuing their art right there.  It’s fun to observe and talk with them.  There are a number of artists I love each year and look forward to seeing what new creations they have.

Michael Jones Designs is one of those favorites.  He does wonderful metal work and I’d love to have a piece one day when we own our own home again.  The website I found seems to be down, but you can look for him on Facebook and see better photos of his wonderful work.  Today, though, I’ll share my less-than-stellar shots for your enjoyment.  There’s only so much you can do with a phone, lots of other art around, and the ever-present sun.  🙂  But I think the beauty of his doors/gates shines through anyway. He also does marvelous fireplace screens and lovely coffee tables, which you can see on Facebook.

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It’s almost Thanksgiving, the perfect time for a Friday Fictioneers piece as  I’m thankful Bill introduced me to this wonderful group of writers who are also lovely people.  Of course, I have much, much more for which to be thankful each day, even though tomorrow’s the day I take to especially thank God, literally, for His abundant blessings to me.  Joyce Johnson, thank you for the picture, Rochelle for hosting and the rest of you for helping me improve my writing and for providing a bar for which to strive.  I value each of you immensely, (even if I don’t get all your stories read immediately this vacation week. 🙂

Cottage Industry

In search of baking soda, she dodged rain drops, running to the neighbors’.  The perfectly-coiffed, blue-white-haired Mrs. Ulrich (“Call me Janeen, dear”) invited her in.

Gratefully sipping steaming tea, she noticed the metalwork displayed…a face and hand.  “They’re marvelous!”

“My husband Tom makes them, dear.  Would you like to see the others?”

She readily agreed.  The metalwork was lovely, perfect for the garden.  Perhaps for Christmas?

In the basement workshop, Tom’s smiling face greeted them.  “Choose something that’s you, dear.”

“No, I couldn’t.” But she drew close to take a better look.  “They’re so life-like!  Where do you get the…”