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black/white 27 Aug 2013 | 02:50 am
What I do when I weave is to think about a place, though, "thinking" describes something much more intentional than what feels like a drifting off, into a place, maybe in the past, maybe in the North....
Old cat, old rug 13 Aug 2013 | 02:05 am
I once saw a cowslip through a fence was the old joke I thought of as I squeezed my body through the metal bars of the gate at the Circle V, to take a picture of the painted sign....
Good Morning, Workshop 10 Aug 2013 | 08:47 pm
Here comes another one, just like the other one. Beautiful days.
Blue Monday 1 Aug 2013 | 10:00 pm
My sweet, summer, family reunion came to an end a few days ago. All my kids are gone, again. Sofie, her husband, their dog, and their cat, were the last to leave, in the morning. Now it's back to...
Spoon 27 Jul 2013 | 08:54 am
Our rusty hay rake, by the old tobacco shed on the ridge, has been there so long, it's grown into the brush. A grapevine threaded itself through the rake and grew to large diameter, anchoring it to ...
Fish are jumpin and the cotton is high 17 Jul 2013 | 10:03 pm
And my girl, Sofie is still home for one more week. FYI: Ray and Kelly Siler are usually wedding photographers extraordinaire, but they visited me one rainy afternoon, a few weeks ago, and made a p...
Damn Gnats! 10 Jul 2013 | 12:21 am
I usually like the scent of vanilla, but when someone sits next to me smelling like a muffin, I really don't care for it. Many people are wearing it, these days, in the belief it deters gnats. Gnats?...
it's about time 17 Jun 2013 | 03:19 am
Yesterday a fisherman came into the store and we talked about the rain and the river. The water was too stirred up to fish. He asked me how long it takes to weave a scarf. I asked him, How long doe...
bridges and wet wash 6 Jun 2013 | 11:33 pm
Rain, day 3. Crossing the foot bridge from our house to the store, completes the transformation: housewife to artist, and back again. The old iron bridge at the West Fork was dismantled years ago. T...
june bug 4 Jun 2013 | 09:25 am
Those first summer vacation mornings, when I was 5 or 6, began crossing lawns, in dew soaked tennis shoes, that I had just learned to tie in bow knots, headed across the back yards, to a tree I liked...
