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Early stages of a feed mill tear-down. (5 photos)

On Wednesday, my friend Marjorie rode shotgun for me when I delivered a piece to the Miller Gallery in Sturgeon Bay for the upcoming Juried Annual there. When we arrived… in the pouring rain, of course…she found me an illegal parking spot behind the building and located someone to both open the back door AND carry my work inside.

She also paid for half of my lemon biscotti when I ran out of money, but that was later.

Subtle or what? I think I slipped in the “piece at the Miller” business very smoothly.

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Business done, we tried out a new coffee house and spent the next hour successfully reorganizing the universe, a task made easier with the help of caffeine and sugar, the only two food groups that really matter.

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The old grain elevator stands near the channel within easy view of the coffeehouse parking lot and is in the earliest stages of a tear-down. Between the door of the coffee house and the door of my car, I heard its siren song broadcasting on max volume and it was only a matter of driving across two parking lots, two lanes of traffic and a sort of open sandy space to answer that call.

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When we stepped out of the car, the air was thick and wet and gray, but stopped just short of actual rain. Half way around the building, that thick gray air began morphing into a persistent cold mist.

By the time I was finishing with the fourth side, I could no longer pretend that it was simply mist pelting me in the head. Rain was coming down hard, forcing me to tuck my camera up under my jacket and sprint back to the car.

Okay…sprint has always been a relative term for your friend, Wabi Sabi, but you could tell I had visibly shifted two gears up from amble.

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Note to self: must work on timing. An hour’s worth of espresso and biscotti in a warm little coffee shop should have been scheduled for AFTER a thorough drubbing by the rain gods, not before.

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But isn’t that newly-exposed wood absolutely gorgeous?

On Christmas Day (12/25) I posted some of the pictures I took when my friend and I slipped into a deserted barn and were rewarded with visions of gold-washed wood and hay.

 But wait! There’s more!

While I was still looking for one more shot, one more perfect shot, I heard Marjorie on the other side of a wall. “Go outside and come around! You need to see this!”

And, indeed I did.

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That same golden light that had dazzled us in the hay barn filled most of this space as well.

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Marjorie was standing in the middle of familiar ground,  having grown up on a farm that looked much like this one. And, even as we were losing all sensation in our fingers and toes in the bitter cold, our discussion turned, as it repeatedly does, to the influences we bring from our past to our art.  This line, that perspective, these colors, those images: they feel right. I don’t know why, but they’re singing to me. And, often, that song can be traced all the way back to that territory of our childhoods.

Because she frequently offers commentary on my posts and pictures and has figured in other posts I’ve done, I thought you might like to see some of Marjorie’s artwork. Her website (not a blog) is www.marjoriemau.com.