Too humid for humans...
We have a Cooper's Hawk here. Finally identified it by it's call. Couldn't get a good pic. Hangs out at the tree that the Pileated Woodpecker is destroying slowly. (as roof guy used to say, "they have to eat too") A good view of the garden. And the birdbath. They eat other birds. And seem to celebrate by laughing.
I have become so aware of how my presence here changes everything.
It's been there a while.
Continuing. Not necessarily repeating.
Skeave. It is in the glossary and if you search for the word here, you might find a few old posts mentioning it.
And here in the form of a simple cloth loom, another version, that seems to be just a version of weave stitching as well.
Just drawn warp lines and imagining I am weaving while stitching. Because as I have always sensed stitching is weaving really.
So. Again, stitch, sketch and weave.
How they can become, have become one.
Another version of this is on my mind... maybe later.
I "warped "this "loom" so long ago, just picked it up again this morning and it did indeed feel like weaving.
That's good because I injured my hip and this is just easier right now.
What if the drawn lines were not permanent?
What if this could be a component?