Beautiful weekend on the home turf.

Often it's the objects that have been discarded & left behind that catch my interest.
A beauty that has only been achieved through the weathering of time,
the rusting of metal or the frayed edges of life.

On our walk today down a mossy creek bed in Cherry Valley we just happened upon this beauty:

For real life?

{as my 7 year old niece would put it}

Yep, for real life.
A rusty old record player!

How incredibly rad is that?

The making of things...

Getting ready for this weekend's City of the Hills Art Festival in Oneonta: