Recent Musings. . .

I realize I am waaay behind the curve on featuring faux bois, but hey! I am often a dork who doesn’t know what’s going on and wanders through things  that strike me regardless of their timeliness in the blog-world.  Anyway, here’s a story: like many, I grew up in a concrete forest, with faux everything which somehow felt more faux-faux than anything else.  I didn’t catch on to the nature thing until I was about 10 when we were living in the Bahamas and things started to bite my feet and make flying silhouettes in the dark night.  It took me forever to learn the names of plants and flowers, and even animals.  This horrified my relatives no end, being somehow more attuned to nature than I was, which is not saying much.  To this day I laugh when people ask me the names of things that are skittering by or blowing in the wind. How the hell would I know?  But ask me the tensile strength of concrete…well, who am I kidding? I wouldn’t know that either.