thunderstorming
Call me lazy. Call me predictable and cliche and overused.
Bypass these lines if your currency is nuance, if what moves you
are the minimalist gestures, if the threads of the crosshatch seams in the couch
are geographies...
When it started to rain yesterday, then didn't stop raining,
and didn't stop,
and well, just continued to bucket for hours...
I decided it was time for another science experiment.
It might be considered odd (by some) to be inspired by 1/3 of an aging...
translucent,
whisper soft...
five layers of hand dyed cloth
held (momentarily) by a single pin.
We all need somebody to look at us. We can be divided into four categories according to the
kind of look we wish to...
it's a BIG day.... because she's also graduating from 'Zoom to Zen'...
if ever there was a dog who needed a little less zoom and a lot more zen,
'tis our miz Quinn.
(Please remind me I said that when I'm wanting her to
****zoom****
on...
...it's time for a dunk.
Curious to see what enhancements our salty brink may contribute
after eight long months of rest.
These cloths were wrapped around some of last year's harvest
( I first wrote about them HERE)
but that was only the beginning...
Welcome back!
{{{ In case you missed it, Part 1 can be found OVER HERE. }}}
Does this look like what you might imagine a judge's table would look like?
And this gentleman...would he fit your idea of THE JUDGE?
I think I've watched way...
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.