Kornbluh Designs

Dive deep in the history of teaching and you will find the treasured soul of Marc Kornbluh. Marc is a glass artist in Lincoln, Nebraska. Besides being extremely gifted with use of glass, he is a very detailed and patient man, kind to all who wish to watch and learn.
One of the joys of a 'working portrait' is to see the artist in motion. With Marc, like most artists, his hands do the teaching. His movements are subtle and his soft narratives are welcome.

I would encourage all to visit his studio at Gallery 9, 124 south ninth street in Lincoln, Nebraska.
www.gallerynine.com

Wilderness Pan

Grass stains and the lure of the Dandelion

They overtake yards, consume fields and plague the mind of those who come to defeat their rise.
The Dandelion speaks a different tale, a longer journey. Nature can be small...very small. From their herbal remedies to mead wines, take a closer look at that glorious patch of yellow just outside your window.

Daffodils a poem by William Wordsworth

The wonderful world of daffodils. Careful how close you get....you may fall in.





I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Dear Cottonwood:

I took a ride through the Wilderness Trail(south edge of Lincoln) the other day and found this wise old cottonwood. The cottonwood stood next to the trail near the tracks and has lost a lot of its height due to high winds taking down its large limbs. Still reaching your eyes to the top there was hope as there were some branches budding. Still living...still promising the following day's sunrise I suppose.
The early evening ride proved cool breezes and gnats in my face. Still the scent of nature breaking the winter's hold was overwhelming enough, even to deter the thought of picking off ticks at the end of the ride. The Earth is old...it shall continue its life well past our turn. There in that lies my truest appreciation for us and our everyday moments to breathe, share and love.

I started on crushed white rock and took a side dirt track leading into the deep canopy of the woods. Short locusts, elms....oaks and seedlings of all sorts gathered my widened view.
The short grass running with me along the curvy path was a welcoming bright green. Robins called out my presence as well as many bumblebees roaming the forest floor gathering their sweet treats.

More deer than you can throw a stick and the occasional owl, red fox and turkey.

the kid has gotta eat!

My little pistol of a dish Niece, Mikela, is entering her second year and the world will just have to be ready for her.

Keep them Shoes on!


More animated than a parrot and has the skills of repeating every word you say. "Hippo-pot-a-mus,"...Ha!! Not so smart are ya kid!


"....just finish your ice cream.."

Seeking mud in a white dress

My good friend and model Kristine and I ventured out to seek mud. Pioneers park has a splendid area for mud in their Nature Center. The Nature center houses such creatures as bald eagles, turkey vultures, buffalo, elk and frogs.
The morning was burning off the nights' humidity with the blazing sun which gave our shoot a limited slot.
I give all credit to Kristine for her foresight into this project.