Not just like old times...
...hours in the darkroom manipulating an image till it's juuuuuust so. Cross-eyed from dodging & burning.Nostrils aflame from hanging ones head over chemical soup of the unsavory kind.
Nope.Black dog in white snow…Read More
Texture Tuesday...white
At certain times of the day (usually in winter), the greenhouse positively glows. It sits therein its woodland domain, looking all ethereal, as if it's lit from within.Just the magic of low light, nothing else.A kind …Read More
Some scribblings & assorted notes ... from a beadworker, picture taker, natural dyer, stitcher of stories and garden maker ... happily unleashed with my soul-mutt dawg, wandering the Pacific Northwest of America and venturing down all sorts of paths of inspiration.
dreamy
ReplyDeleteI like Velma's comment... that was my word, too,
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Love these reflections. This is the time of the year when I am the most reflective -- I guess the cold winter days bring out the meditative in me.
ReplyDeleteLike a Bing Crosby film!
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