On the window last night.
Indigo over some old beloved cloth that still hangs on.
I tested. The indigo seeds are viable.
There were many. Still eating bark, sensing green.
On the window last night.
Indigo over some old beloved cloth that still hangs on.
I tested. The indigo seeds are viable.
There were many. Still eating bark, sensing green.
(((Jude))) love your wild old moon!
Getting close to a self portrait, ha!
The marvelous perseverance of seeds.
This moth inspires me to make a moth out of my antique lace scraps.
Good luck to the Man today and to you too!
A moth is always a dream-maker…
I see the warp of those trees 🙂
🤞 for the man
Tonight’s Full Moon is reflected in your lovely cloth, Jude.
I feel this one, very sleepless last night but yet strangely rested.
That piece of cloth is just exquisite … the textures of moon ( that have captivated and intrigued me since I was a child and evermore) revealed in cloth … aaahhh
age is indeed a deep kind of beauty…
beloved cloth….
So vibrant and capable of invoking beautiful imagery….still.
Peaceful beautiful nature… 💚
twas that kind of day. a slow unfolding.
Hope all goes well… The colors in this post are soothing. 🙂 Looking at the branches on the birch limbs I cut down yesterday and thinking they could be used for weaving…
I see everything as woven lately.
I like that thought…….’everything as woven”
it’s a way of seeing…