On my way home

capturing a brief moment on the Puget Sound

I just returned yesterday from one final run between my parent’s house in Gig Harbor, Washington back to my home in Oregon. I usually take the shortest route. Yesterday, I decided to follow my dad’s favorite route along the South end of the sound before jumping back over to I-5. It’s a winding road following the shore. And even though it was noon, it was dark and rainy and cold. I stopped to take one last glimpse of the water and I saw this little oyster rig pulling in its harvest. It was so small and alone, yet sturdy and determined. It seemed like a fitting end to my year-long journey.

To the road ahead,

Jennifer

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p.s. As many of you know, my direction as an artist has expanded this past year for many reasons, not least of which was the process of clearing out of my parent’s home as we prepared to sell it. (My dad has passed, and we moved my mom into a care setting closer to family). I will share more about this particular trip and its influence on my art practice next week. There’s still much to unpack (literally and figuratively).