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Madge Randall, a.k.a. "Magic" Part Two

In Memory

Madge Randall

1922-2009

We love you Grandma

The Many Faces of Design

The American Institute of Graphic Arts has a traveling show on display right now at the University of Utah in conjunction with the Book Arts Program. Shaun is on the board for the Salt Lake chapter of AIGA and I, of course, am a book lover and member of the book arts community.

So we went last night for the opening reception and WOW. Here was my favorite book of the night...steals my heart. I WILL own it someday.

But it's not just the cover that is amazingly designed, it's the inside. Check it out here.

The designer is Roberto de Vicq de Cumptich.

Check out the show if you have a chance. It's called 50 Books/50 covers.

AIGA SLC

U of U Book Arts Program

So, I'm not a good blogger...

It's been forever, but these two past weeks have been insane. I've got several posts in the works. I haven't dropped off the face of the planet...more to come. (clock from here)

Madge Randall, a.k.a. "Magic"

Nate, Mel and I drove 15 hours last weekend to St. Joseph Missouri where my grandmother just recently passed away. Then we turned around and drove 15 hours back! It was bittersweet being able to be with family and remember grandma...that was the sweet part. The bitter part was the 15 hours each way nonstop in a 48 hour period.

We did take a break to snap some photos of this beautiful old rundown church off the side of 1-80 in Nebraska. Since there weren't any roads to it we parked on the offramp and ran down the grassy shoulder about half a mile to get these shots. I'm sure Nate's are better.

Nate and Mel making a run for it

Thirteen miles is nothin'....

...If you're in good company

Went to Ashton ID a couple weeks ago to run the Mesa Falls half marathon with my superfast sister. Here's the photo spread

Before the Race

Melanie during the race, coming up from a mile long hill.

She's like an olympian, look at those biceps. And then...

...I come along! About a half an hour later, mind you.

Always ready for a drink break, you know me.

But you just can't beat the views on the way into town to the finish line.

The grain elevators...

...the sassy old man at the finish line...

...and the promise of

huckleberry milkshakes at the soda fountain for finishers.

In front of Grandpa's old barbershop with our spoils.

You can't leave Ashton without a raid through grandma's garden...

it's an unwritten rule.

The End!