This is the 2nd beginning fusing class. This time at Wells Glass studio on Alberta. Very different approach. (freeform design)
Still need to learn how to run my kiln.
This is the 2nd beginning fusing class. This time at Wells Glass studio on Alberta. Very different approach. (freeform design)
Still need to learn how to run my kiln.
20 years ago I considered myself an advanced or at least intermediate telemark skier. Before this year I had only skied three times in Oregon. Utah has made me a snow and mountain snob. I even found Colorado lacking. Well time has passed, and down hill is very different than telemark. So Mt Hood Meadows is more mountain than I can handle. We have had a few really nice sunny days on the mountain including this one.
| Hat | Age | Head | Hat Circ. | Hat Height |
| Newborn | 0-3 months | 13″-14″ | 11.5″-13″ | 5.5-6″ |
| Baby | 3-6 months | 14″-17″ | 6.5-7″ | |
| Baby | 6-12 months | 16″-19″ | 7.5″ | |
| Toddler | 12 months – 3 years | 18″-20″ | 8″ | |
| Child | 3 – 10 years | 19″-20.5″ | 8.5″ | |
| Pre-Teen/Teen | 11-18 years | 20.5″-22″ | 9-10″ | |
| Adult Women | 21.5″-22.5″ | 11″ | ||
| Adult Men | 23″-24″ | 11.5″ |
By H. P. Lovecraft
The steeples are white in the wild moonlight,
And the trees have a silver glare;
Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly,
And the harpies of upper air,
That flutter and laugh and stare.
For the village dead to the moon outspread
Never shone in the sunset’s gleam,
But grew out of the deep that the dead years keep
Where the rivers of madness stream
Down the gulfs to a pit of dream.
A chill wind weaves thro’ the rows of sheaves
In the meadows that shimmer pale,
And comes to twine where the headstones shine
And the ghouls of the churchyard wail
For harvests that fly and fail.
Not a breath of the strange grey gods of change
That tore from the past its own
Can quicken this hour, when a spectral pow’r
Spreads sleep o’er the cosmic throne
And looses the vast unknown.
So here again stretch the vale and plain
That moons long-forgotten saw,
And the dead leap gay in the pallid ray,
Sprung out of the tomb’s black maw
To shake all the world with awe.
And all that the morn shall greet forlorn,
The ugliness and the pest
Of rows where thick rise the stones and brick,
Shall some day be with the rest,
And brood with the shades unblest.
Then wild in the dark let the lemurs bark,
And the leprous spires ascend;
For new and old alike in the fold
Of horror and death are penn’d,
For the hounds of Time to rend.
Started a silicon intaglio plate and did a short two color run of my first carving. The color background I did a couple in magenta and a couple in red using a blank linoleum block. Then went over with my carved block and black ink. I’d like a chance at re-carving the design because I think I could do better now. But I like the over all effect. I found a frame/mat combo at Aaron brothers and it is on display in my laundry room Art gallery.