Harvest

Sarah has been art and print and textile-making, in preparation for some fall exhibits and craft confabs. Cool stuff!

The afore-mentioned family wedding

It's the close-to-town members of our immediate family, at the Payson LDS Temple and the Provo Marriott for cousin Annee Lange's wedding to Josh Dalley.

Note Claire. Note Sarah! More to come on that, presently ...

What should I wear?

Drew is asking mothers and sisters what they think of these three dress options that she's got, on the brink of an impending family wedding. Listening carefully, one can also hear echoes of that eternal mirror thing that they sometimes celebrate in the sealing rooms. Drew, forever!

 

Dad's new office

We had a lot of good times, a lot of good years down on the 3rd floor of BYU's Harris Fine Arts Center. Got a thing or two done there. Talked to some young people, read some books, took some naps. For years and years. Very satisfying.

However, ol' Tom Lefler's recent retirement in the ol' TMA department left an office vacancy. Tenure, or a chronological seniority that stands regardless of whether I've ever actually done anything over there, meant that that vacancy was mine to fill if I wanted it. Should we? We shall!

So over the course of this summer we downsized a bit, got rid of some stuff, and then rolled what was left on upstairs.

Well. It turns out that the vacant spot on the HFAC's 5th floor is actually A Room with a View, with all that that phrase implies and portends. We're only weeks in now, but oh what a change! This beautiful new space is forcing a reassessment of all that had gone before. It's like we'd been in some kind of ancient Greek cave for all that time!

This leaves us with some troubling questions. Was all that went before just a big waste? And is it too late to make anything of this so-called career?

I sit. I reflect. I turn on some music while the early daylight radiates softly through the window. I start to feel comfortably sleepy. You know? Who cares about any of all that?! Zz-zz ...

Lodger

Uncle, niece

Lucy and Richard, in one of the outstanding photographs of all photographic history.

Lunar

Gothic

Spencer has been working hard, as it were, at Brigham Young University's Harold B. Lee Library. Or working long, at least. These labours have included a late night or two, which left him to reflect upon the odd stretch of expansive emptiness, not to mention the alleged spookifications of the Primrose Viola Archive and the locked case book room ...

Nocturnal

Mum drives up to and hikes the perimeter of Cedar Breaks National Monument

Catching up a bit

Blogs may go inactive for a while, but lives keep going on! Here's a selection of some of what's been happening around here:

Sometimes you gotta get a new passport, and a new passport photo.

Believe it or not, we've got college up ahead on that horizon for Claire. She did turn 17, after all! After a couple of creditable but not maybe not quite sufficient ACT (American College Test) outings, she took a week-long test-taking class at BYU. Here she is, standing in a line at the end of all that, picking up her test materials and hoping that it all helped!

And whaddaya know! She improved those results by a whole four points! Sufficient for her educational ambitions, we're all hoping and thinking.

In other international news, France won the World Cup.

There were some mixed feelings, mind, during that exciting France/Belgium semi-final! All our adopted countries ...

Meanwhile, the Winegars made their move up to Salt Lake City, all the way to the Avenues.

After the emptiness, the filling-in followed, and keeps following.

Moves like this cause younger family members to consider their own ambitions, their own possible destinies.

Speaking of destiny, here's Sharon, procuring stuff, arranging stuff.

That, pt. 2:

Now it's Sharon again, procuring stuff to a distressing and even dangerous degree!

Caitlin and Colton, like-minded.

A bit o' paint.

There were horizons. Spencer and the Taylors climbed to the top of Mount Timpanogos. Matt and the Calls traveled to the (western) ends of the North American continent.

And of course, always, there were centers too. Pioneer Day, in all sorts of ways ...

Back during the second week of July, Matt earned his honest to gosh, permanent black belt!

Mum, and the scene of the crime.

Matt is introducing his musical number, and the phone is zoomed in, and then didn't record it properly!

It was good, though!

We have footage of the demo team, enacting all sorts of coordinated mayhem. But the file was too big to upload!

Alright. How 'bout these shorter self-defense exchanges, featuring Matt's longtime nemesis, Erin Call. Boys beating up girls, girls beating up boys ...

You can sort of see those, eh? 

Photos seem to work better. Whoa, for instance!

There's a thing on FB in which Matt effortlessly obliterates three stacked boards, held up high and flat toward him. But we don't know how to you get it off of FB.

This culminatory thing gives a sense of it all.

Now it's all over but the awarding. (So it won't be over for a long time yet!) 

Here they are in their Eagles' nest-like thing, qua the BSA. 

Karatnes.

A big thing, accomplished. Well done, Matt!