On a sunny day in February, we loaded up cameras and quilts and headed out on a ride-about.
We drove to Indian Springs State Park, where Jim and I can both travel down memory lane way back to our childhoods. Our personal histories are not quite as old as the park – established in 1927, it is the oldest state park in Georgia.
My sister went to college near this park and my parents and I would visit and take her there for a picnic. Jim and his family went there for visits, too. It’s possible that our mothers carried quilts to Indian Springs, too. Their purpose would not be to photograph the quilts, but to sit on them on the ground.
On this day, we hung quilts in trees, draped them on benches and railings, hung them on gates. I think the stone walls, lovely trees, and big rocks are a nice backdrop for textiles of all sizes.
The largest quilt we carried was Seventy and Still Wearing Jeans, a quilt I made for Jim’s birthday a couple of years ago. We posed it on fences, stone walls, and on a really big old stump. Details about this quilt are here.
Smaller quilts, like Dots and Vines, were at home on smaller perches.
The quilts with those vibrant hand-dyed solid fabrics are most photogenic, I think.
The story of the wool schoolhouses and the small log cabin quilts will be detailed in upcoming blog posts.
