TwoSmiths

Finally got some photos last month that feel as though they express what I was aiming for when I designed this driveway gate in 2011.
Sometimes it's difficult to get decent photos - construction debris on site, power lines, bad lighting - all feel like characters that insist on interrupting one's vision and focus with louder voices.

In the middle of the night Wednesday I found out that Steiff had died. I still don’t want to believe it’s true. It feels as though a cornerstone of my foundation suddenly collapsed.
I imagined knowing Steiff into my nineties.
I was counting on it.
He was a person who stretched one’s imagination with a simple comment or observation and before you knew it, the world opened up a little space that made more room for you.
(It was never about him).
He listened with his heart.
And it becomes more obvious as I read what others have written, that he made everyone feel this way.
What a treasure.
I am searching through precious emails from him, savouring the words, laughing and crying. He was such a good writer and teller of stories. One of my favourites was him telling about the sewer who mended his clothes- Harriet Boon and I cried we laughed so hard by the fire that evening.
I just hope that he can see how much we all loved him and also that he knows we will hold him close inside of us until the day we die.