It's Labor Day weekend. It's a transitional weekend from ending of the summer to the beginning of the fall. No more white clothes after this weekend, those tradition worshippers say. We just got home from the Paris Flea Market at the Aspen Glove here in Denver, visiting our dear friend's tent, being filled with charming European antiques. The place was packed with many shoppers and browsers like us. Mornings are now chilly side that makes me indecisive if I should open all the windows and doors of the house or wait a little while. I love this transitional time, looking forward to more indoor times in a cozy ambiance. It will soon to be my third anniversary for my printmaking. Looking back I see the firm steps, along with reluctant and nervous ones. Each transition is meaningful and you see it when you look back, every now and then. Life is good.
Here is my first blog.