How a few days in June changed my perspective. I stitched a few scraps to a very thin cloth this week. Now yes, this morning, I think thinness, fragility as a base. What is held is not on solid ground.
I saw the bobcat. There was no camera. It was not that kind of moment. I can only tell you. Maybe you will believe me. The thinness in that is just so beautiful. The fragility of trust. They say bobcat sightings are rare. It is happening a lot. Maybe it depends on who is looking, and looking back. I just freeze. We stare. This time there was face cleaning, like Soul-o after a meal. Probably there was a meal. But what a relaxed moment.
I have no real desire to be looking at screens right now. I am distracted by the season which seems to have broken into countless layers. Thin blankets in time. And it feels quite cozy.
The picture above, an old joodle layered over some tracks in the dry earth. Now all mud as the rain has begun and promises to continue all week.
I continue to consider the MoonFlower format. There is an ease in it with all these puzzle pieces now floating in the nothings basket. Making rings from anything is possible. I like this one because it seems to be appearing and disappearing at the same time. Something and Nothing depending on your thought process. And personally there seems a truth in that. The barely pink center is avocado dyed.