(t)here and back again

 i received two men's robes
both cotton indigo that my friend found in japan
 i promptly washed them.
the lined one had accumulated years of dirt and dust which 
i washed once 
and rinsed at least a dozen times.
 both pieces dried on a very  hot day in a very 
short time.
are scented now with north country summer
not dust.

 the ikat patterning on the lined piece
 and the lining
 the chimney brick with the lichen patterning sits in the sun
it has become the perch of some bird--lots of what we as kids used to call bird-do 
but still color that inspires me.
 i have been making some contact prints with the square flax sheets
and cloth, this is old cotton 
 here you can see a flax square
and the red daylily spent blossoms.
  the flax square still wet
 concrete steps are the perfect background, if narrow.

 and i made some more linen paper.


a.  plain raw flax paper                                           b. linen fabric, my sister's pants by Flax
c.  two sheets of the above with fabric inclusion    d. linen paper (made solely from above 
 i decided to travel to maine
and then i undecided
 and took a happy walk yesterday evening
 overlooked by luna
 below that sky was the july harvest baled for the neighbor's cattle.
first time i ever remember it being cut almost on time.
evening shadows.

 two pair of little ruby throated hummingbirds played at the feeders 
this morning. 

 i'm wearing cotton socks on my feet today, 
celebrating happy respite from the humid heat.
over on fb i found a photo of two of my favorite australians
that i just had to share.
colleen and brian
collen of the astonishing hair, brian enwrapped in a hat and scarf,
probably needled by colleen.
and the title above? 
i was going to maine today.
but i decided not to. i love my maine family
i wanted to see them and 
see the ocean and
visit the arctic museum
i wanted to stay home, 
with the round bales and the hummingbirds
and the cresent moon
and the blessed cool weather, more.
i am off to make more prints and paper
and hang out my laundry and go to town
to resume mail delivery.
i'm home for a while.

in maine

 this is where i'm writing this morning 
i'm in northeast harbor, maine
in the maine studies room
in the village library.
 a fresh breeze coming in that bank of windows
  the collection here is all about maine
there are a few secrets
rarities that need special permission
 a book by someone who
i remember from ages past
 and a few titles i'd like to get to know
 bad beaver tales, indeed
 boats and ships appear everywhere
 and history is palpable
 hannah is archivist at this public library
when she's not hiking
 showing me amazing rocky places
 she knows the park* well, now
 and has favorite quiet, 
almost hidden 
places to look long
when she's not
 at work
 this library is beautiful
and new
with profound respect for place 
and books
and bookish things
 with all kinds of art
 and even a few ancient 
beautiful things
 these ships are "woolies"
made from yarn scraps 
 they're all over this library
 the archive has many treasures
 all about this place

 this treasure i love,
a painted interior door
of a safe
in the archive room
 and down the street
there is a funny funny fellow
lest we take ourselves
too seriously
this little maine interlude
is special, because in a week i will be
back at work
teaching in a different program and school.

*Acadia National Park
Mount Desert Island, Maine