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cutwork tablecloth on the downed willow tree
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Amazing photos!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susan, had a lot of fun *working* on these ... ;>]
DeleteI surprised you didn't have some kind of fiber hanging from an old rusty farm implement (or some such thing). Love your creative eye!
ReplyDeleteoooooh, now you've given me an idea, Penny. Just yesterday I was looking at the old, rusty shovel (handle is busted) and wondering .... heeheehee. Thanx!
DeleteI especially like the cloth on the tree.... :)
ReplyDeleteIt's becoming less like cloth every day, V, and more like habitat.
DeleteAnd it's unfurling itself as well.
Love the slow, evocative images.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks.
DeleteBoth marking time, I think ;>]
These are fabulous images ~ I love them! Thank you for visiting my blog!
ReplyDeleteAnd the very same right back to you, Evelyn ... have been following your work for a while now & do so love all your Texture offerings. Thank you for the kind words.
DeleteYou described these two images so well that I knew just what to expect... no disappointment... just draped and a little forlorn looking, their primary purpose behind them, in limbo now, their future a mystery.
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