Lately, on nights when the sky is clear, I load Penelope and Tater in the truck, leave Ernest to guard the homestead, and drive out to the canyon rim a few miles from the farm to camp for the night. It’s milky way season. I brew a cup of tea to ward off the cool of night and I sit out in the sagebrush for a while. The dogs root and toot around in the brush and I watch the galaxy spill out above me — wise, ancient, pure, and enduring. When I crawl into the camper and sleep, coyote packs wake me through the night as they yip their roll call in the canyon. Their voices are magnified by the basalt cliffs and a pack of ten becomes a pack of one hundred as the echoes bounce and crash and ricochet. It’s glorious. It sounds wild enough that I wonder if they’re going to come and eat me. In the morning, I brew another cup of tea and sit in the sun, on the graceful skin of the earth, and I ponder on things for a while. When my tea is finished I return to the farm and take on the day.
These earrings are those nights under the stars in my home canyon.
Big, textural hoops paired with a trio of softly shining stars inspired by Orion's Belt -- a favorite constellation, an old friend, in the night sky.
Length: 3.75 inches with hand formed and forged french ear wires.
+Built To Last+
+Made With Love+
+Of The West+