Saturday, December 15, 2012

Salad Bar

Monday, November 26, 2012

Before I leave for 19 months!

You should come.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Friday, August 17, 2012

people are not questions to be answered and dismissed.

Sisters in Pennsylvania

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

The New World

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Wuthering Heights

"It's me! It's Cathy, I've come home!"

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Stuff and Things.

 It's four months since I lived in England, I've since changed my major from illustration to studio art, and I just finished up this semester at BYU, taking the beautiful drive down to St. George with my sister.

Winter semester is always tough, and I'm not sure why it is so consistently so. But it turned out pretty nice, when you count out all of the usual nonsense associated with General Education classes. (Physical science, what are you, I don't even...) But I'm feeling good! My sister is playing the harpsichord in the other room, there is a mild breeze coming through my window, and I've got a beautiful bright new canvas to paint on this lovely Thursday evening.

A bit of news: After almost a year in St. George, my dad, my two sisters and I have decided that we do like the West quite a bit, but we've had our fun. The East-Coast cities, the Atlantic Ocean, the trees, and above all, the trees are calling us back home.

We are moving to Pennsylvania.

I'm imagining green English hills on which picnics will be had, trips to the cheese-filled Amish grocery stores, plentiful deer and foxes, summer trips to Union Square Park, and walks through real forests.

For now, I am enjoying the arid part of America. Spring is pretty nice in the desert, if nowhere else. (It is no secret that this my least favorite of the seasons.) Drew and I went hiking in the lion-skinned wilderness next to our house. But I don't feel like it really is spring anymore. It feels like a hybrid, a great orange cloud of warmth. Actually, there's a herd of billowy clouds above St. George today. Clouds are a rare treat in the American Southwest. When we do get them, I've always noticed that they are strange tint of golden pink, reflecting the color of what is below them, a town built around red sandstone formations.

Oh photons, what are you? No one really knows, I have surmised after a semester of learning about them. Little tiny energy squiggles is what I like to think. Art posts to come soon. Enjoy the warm winds of these season, friends.