Our everyday mundane sights make for interesting subjects.

We're horribly mundane, aggressively mundane individuals. We're the ninjas of the mundane, you might say.

Andrew John Partridge, (1953- )

Some exciting things happening in the shop today. A new print, cheyenne is available for purchase. {6.5 x 6.5 inch archival inkjet prints on matte Canon photo paper.}

Happy thursday :)

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”

Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)

Jen posted about my postcards on her blog this week, (I am so very happy she loves them). shari was very kind to include me in her curated project, everyone needs a rock. Feel free to click here to see my contribution. ohh, yes and Nancy Bauch is the creator of the geode featured in the photographs I took.

Above: looking out on lake michigan on march 15 and the landscape in my apartment march 16.

... It was a landscape exquisite beyond compare. In this prolonged avenue one was quite overcome, so singular was it, so beautifully haloed and touched around with the gold of sundown; the beauty of it even made one a bit frightened. The avenue turned me into a diffident little boy–whether that's possible or not. The lake and the entire world, this high dome where all things are, stood calm and still, no noise, no breeze passed by, it was like a song, it was like a gentle, solemn, joyful song worshiping creation, in beauty indescribable, and I'm trying here to convey it, as the painter tried to deal with the lake raked by the wind ...

The above excerpt is from Speaking to the Rose by Robert Walser.

with spring so near, I have been longing for the sights and smells, sounds and tastes and feel of the sun on my skin as it was in komiza this past september. I look forward to a time when we can return and enjoy the quiet, peaceful and charming solitude the island provided us.

"Nature, the sky above us, is conducting no mean politics when it presents beauty to all, without discrimination, and nothing old and defective, but fresh and most tasty. Little snowdrops, of what do you speak? They speak still of winter, but also already of spring; they speak of the past, but also saucily and merrily of the new. They speak of the cold but also of something warmer; they speak of snow and at the same time of green, of burgeoning growth. They speak of this and that; they say : Still in the shadows and on the hills lies a fair quantity of snow, but where the sun reaches, it has already melted away. ... the warmth will assert itself everywhere."

Above is an excerpt from 'Snowdrops' in The Walk by Robert Walser.

Going for walks is incredible this time of year. It may be my favorite transition...winter to spring. Everything is refreshed and rejuvenated; the air is perfectly crisp, the light is still a magical wintery blue at dusk and you can go without hat and coat and mittens. I love layers, and this time of year is suited perfectly for just the right amount of layers without it feeling too much.

I had a lovely busy day today but was glad I was still able to head out for a walk and take in the beginnings of spring.

Thank you to all who have made purchases in my shop – you know who you are :)

As a Shop Opening Celebration I will be sending off a special surprise gift to the first 25 people who make a purchase in my shop.... and I think you will enjoy my surprise!

Happy weekend all.

Above is a photo I took this afternoon, in my many layers, enjoying the beginnings of spring.

It has been a bit of time in coming but the sophik shop has launched and is open for business. I think I'll have another malt and fries to celebrate.

It is a gorgeous day in chicago. I feel spring peaking around the corner. Soon will be time to plant seeds! I will be off on a walk in a short while, taking in this incredible day.. so on that note, here is a bit of Robert Walser for you:

"As far as I can remember as I write this down, I found myself, as I walked into the open, bright, and cheerful street, in a romantically adventurous state of mind, which pleased me profoundly. The morning world spread out before my eyes appeared as beautiful to me as if I saw it for the first time. Everything I saw made upon me a delightful impression of friendliness, of goodness, and of youth. I quickly forgot that up in my room I had only just a moment before been brooding gloomily over a blank sheet of paper. All sorrow, all pain, and all grave thoughts were as vanished, although I vividly sensed a certain seriousness, a tone, still before me and behind me. I was tense with eager expectation of whatever might encounter me or cross my way on my walk. My steps were measured and calm, and, as far as I know, I presented, as I went on my way, a fairly dignified appearance."

Above is an excerpt from Robert Walser's The Walk.