Blurbs from the life of Portland bead artist, Esther Liberman
August 7, 2010
Time Marches Forward.... and Backward
July is gone, and as it fades away, so do the raspberries. August signals the start of the end of summer, which is always bittersweet, but it brings the great consolation of blackberries! One bite of these divine miracles, and I am instantly transported back 40 years in time, to August of every summer on the Bimah Lawn of Camp Swig. And just like back in those days, it's hard to wait. You have to wait till the berries get really soft and plump before you pick them. Otherwise they taste sour. I think this is symbolic of something, but I'm not sure what.