...borrowed some pink-nesses...
Tickled pink: to be happy
In the pink: in good health
Pinking shears: scissors with serrated blades
A pink elephant: term to describe hallucinations during intoxication
Pinkie finger: the smallest...
Thumbnails. How many times has it happened?
Those itty bitty pictures that just beg to be clicked. I saw one today and had to follow it.
I was certain it was an antique textile and I had to have a closer look . . .
this, of course, was the tattered...
Rot...it happens to the best of us.That was going to be the title of this post, but I didn't want to go all negative on you.There are days...and today was one of them...I wish I was the writer of one of those "feel good" blogs...you know the kind...
...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 might have taken hours in days gone...
Of Goodness
How good
that the clouds travel, as they do,
like the long dresses of the angels
of our imagination,
or gather in storm masses, then break
with their gifts of replenishment,
and how good
that the trees shelter the patient birds
in their...
The birds know.It's not really winter anymore but neither is it spring...they still forage endlessly in the garden,one of the last strongholds for seed collecting. I wonderwhat in the world can be left to gather?I watch them and know that I can't be ruthless,...
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.