A.M. Offenwanger's Blog, page 10
July 1, 2022
June 30, 2022
Belated #WordlessWednesday: Tree Trunk and Fire and Rush of Water
Moul Falls, Wells Gray Park, BC
Moul Falls(note: if you’re getting this post by email, in order to see the videos you can click on the title to view the post on the Internet)
June 22, 2022
A Week of Waterfalls
Last week I got to fulfil an almost-lifelong dream of mine: try out camping in a campervan. The Man and I being of the tall and rather large persuasion, we rented the biggest thing that still called itself a van – it was rather more luxurious than the Westie of my dreams – and went north, to Wells Gray and Mount Robson Provincial Parks.
It was awesome, in the truest sense of the word.
The glampervan
Spahats Falls, near Clearwater, BC
Feeder falls to Spahats Falls
Dawson Falls, Murtl...
May 30, 2022
What I Learned at the Ceramics Congress
I spent the weekend at the Ceramics Congress, which is an international multi-cultural multi-lingual ceramics arts festival that’s all online. It was awesome.
Here’s one thing I learned, in a workshop by Julissa Llosa Vite from Peru (as in, actually from Peru. That’s where she was teaching from. Did I mention “international”?): How to make a bird flute. I’d made ocarinas before, but had never quite figured out the voicing, i.e. the bit that makes the sound. It was always a hit-and-miss thing...
May 4, 2022
What I Learned at the Writers Conference
Steve at the Writers ConferenceFinally, after three years of absence (one due to holidays, two to You-Know-What), this past weekend Steve and I got to go to a real-life, in-person Writers Conference again. People! Writers! Books! Workshops and conversations about plot and character and publishing and writing software and essays and food writing and the difficulties of switching genre and getting things done and how weird it is to be, well, as weird as we are… It was glorious.
What did I l...
April 29, 2022
#FridayFragment: 29.04.2022
They came around the corner, and there it was in front of them. The blossom, enormous like a vast bowl, more than six men could span. The soft pink of the petals had a velvet sheen to it; in the centre, the golden richness of the stamens beckoned.
“The Giant Water Lily of Medulisan!” Mardrom breathed, once again exercising his proclivity for stating the obvious.
