Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Sights, No Sounds: Part 1


These pots are my favorite things here at Watermill. It is a frequent daydream of mine to line one with tufted upholstery...probably a mid-century floral print...and crawl in for an afternoon nap. They're big enough for this.


Baby Stonehenge. These vertical stones are from all over the world, namely Bali (if I remember correctly) and stand as the primary indicator of Wilson's phallic wonderland called Watermill.


Our kitchen, storage shed, and shirtless Scott.


Fruit in hand carved wooden serving trays and bowls: my only visual refuge from the dearth of color here at Watermill.


Classic Wilson geometry in our south lawn for performances, morning yoga, quiet moments and visual vacancy.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Eric said...

phallus, phallus, everywhere...what's a boy to do?

7:14 AM  
Blogger Erk said...

More shirtless youths, please! (And don't forget to identify the occasional mysterious wine-sipping female...afterall she is in the CENTER of the picture). xo

9:03 AM  

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