Hanging Around

Being part of the Hospitality Studio, I am always interested in staying at unique and different lodging experiences when traveling. So, on a recent trip to the Pacific Northwest with my husband and friends, we journeyed a little further north than originally planned to spend the night in sphere tree houses. It was definitely worth it! Read more of this post

Nature + Architecture

It’s become a tradition to spend a couple days of my holiday vacation camping in Red River Gorge—this year I traded a tent for a treehouse. And not just a shed a few feet off the ground—Observatory Treehouse is an off-the-grid 4-level piece of art suspended in a cliff side. Read more of this post

Sexy Snakeskin

As designers we are constantly being asked to transform a space, make it new, fresh, and appealing. So we are continuously discussing transformation, whether it is how the space, the people, or even the fixtures transform. However, we often forget about the behavioral side of transformation.

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Thoughts on Fall

It’s my all-time favorite season.  I love the smell, the feel, the light, the all of it.

It’s gaudy like a painting on velvet.

It’s voluptuous with seeds and berries, a feast for the birds and the critters.

It’s coming home in the evening and the air is redolent with a neighbor’s wood fire.

It’s the new crop of apples – winesap, empire, jonathan – from no farther away than the next county. Crisp, juicy and delicious, apple cider is on its way.

It’s the first apple pie fresh out of the oven – one for me and one for Ruth next door.

It’s kicking through the crackle of the fallen leaves before the tractor sweeps through them to make my new supply of mulch.

It’s green mellowing into yellows into bronzes into browns.  And big bold splashes and slashes of orange and scarlet – blinding in the sun, cheering in the overcast.

It’s a 40 year old chrysanthemum – buds slowly opening to reveal yellow centers with purple red rays of petals.

It’s burying the tomato plants in their special compost pile – a mingling of old and new smells.  It’s remembering the last taste of this summer’s delicious fruits and anticipating next summer’s.