Riverby Books

This weekend, my father, uncle and I flew over to Fredericksburg, Virginia, for the VA States Frisbee Tournament.  We arrived Thursday morning in DC, and drove the long way down, through the countryside, past farms and creeks and rolling hills. We stopped at a diner along the way, and had scrambled eggs, home fries and english muffins, all with orange juice and coffee. We spent the day greeting old friends we hadn’t seen since last year’s Frisbee Tournament, and playing the disc golf course at Pratt Park, where the tournament would be held the next day. By the time darkness had fallen, we all were exhausted from running about with our frisbees. But we still had one more adventure planned for that day. We’d been invited by our good friends Sam and Jay to the Riverby Books used bookstore, which was owned by another friend named Paul, who would be playing in the tournament the following morning. Paul had set up an 18 hole mini frisbee golf course throughout his store, and we, the Californian team made up of Tom, Jeff, and myself, were playing against the local team, made up of Sam and Jay.

As we read over the obscure rules, certain things popped out to me, like how if you were to knock over a book on your throw, you gained a stroke, or how your hand had to be touching the place where your disc had landed, if it had landed on a bookshelf. We stepped up to Hole 1 and all took a shot at the target, which was a shelf up and around some obstacles, and had mixed results. Hole 2 had us throwing through a hole in one bookshelf, and 3 brought us down to the below ground level of the store onto a white couch. 7 had us back up to ground level, but throwing up into bags hanging from a balcony of the second story. Hole 9 took us from said balcony, and across the open space unto a cushioned seat. 10 was into a hanging weigh scale for fruit, and 11 was back downstairs. On 15, we were required to land in a velvet lined accordion case, and 16 was out the door into the rain. The final hole, 18, was around and down a staircase and into a cooler full of beer. In the end, it was the Californian team that won, but we all had a blast and had, for a little while at least, forgotten about the long, grueling, lost weekend ahead.

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Artists in Abundance

Oakleigh is home to several astounding artists, representing many mediums. Painters, like Karin Shelton or Allie Cole, dazzle onlookers with stunning mountain-scapes, realistic recreations of scrubjays and delicious fig figures. These artisans take inspiration from the beautiful flora and fauna surrounding them and infusing them with creative ability. Cole is an aspiring artist, only just recently releasing her art unto the world. Shelton, on the other hand, is a full fledged career artist, who has successfully been selling her art around Santa Barbara and the Los Angeles area. Both have left their mark on the world.

Zyrka Landwijt Metcalfe represents another side of the creative spectrum. While she does not paint, she hand sews beautiful blanket wraps. Originally wanting to make something for herself, she has turned that desire into an art form.  Made of Pendleton wool, Zyrka customizes each one with an array of colors and designs, while also decorating them with ribbons, pendants, buckskin lace, assorted trade beads and holy medals, as well as antler and bone. Individual wraps take up to 12 hours to create, and Zyrka has made over 30. She sells the wraps through her Instagram, which can be found Here.

Our last artist’s instrument is not a paintbrush nor sewing needle, but a welding torch. Mattie Shelton, a young entrepreneur, designs and builds tiny, livable houses. She runs her own business, where she has made it possible to do what she loves, and make a profit. Shelton grew up among a family of artists, like her mother Karin Shelton, and her father Jeff, who is an architect. Having a supportive, creative atmosphere has pushed her to pursue a career in Hut building. Shelton welds the frames of said huts, and puts them together herself. Her metal shop, which she shares with her uncle David, also a welder, is located in downtown Santa Barbara, and is teeming with odd bits of scrap metal and tools, used for all kinds of jobs and installations.

Thank you for reading. Please comment and like! Ill be back next week with another interesting post.