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.


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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