How humid is it?
Well yesterday the sun came out for a while. And so did I. It's been hard to be outside. I spent a little while preparing the base circles for the round wood stacking. But I left the wood covered because they predicted storm overnight and into the morning.
I went to check the feeders. This humid.
I woke up to violent thunderstorms. 5 AM. Raining so hard I can't even find words for it.
Some stormy wishing, coffee...
Still raining. Soul-o hiding under my chair. This is market morning but I am not driving in this.
And just some building exercises because there are always puzzle pieces here. I see everything as a puzzle piece these days. Loose is good. I have been doing this a lot Looking at drawn thoughts and stitched thoughts together. Mixing it up, letting them touch, influence each other. Each medium allows different ways of expression. This kind of thing expands my image building possibilities. Every small connection brings story. Cloth could become paper, paper could become cloth. Old stories combine, become new. Sometimes just for looking. Sometimes it sticks.
I have to admit there is a lot more looking than sticking. But the looking is always there in the thoughts that spring forth and take form.