stewart brand said: there’s no such thing as free lunch
i love how ugly broken tires become a useful doormat.
twill?
my mind wanders this time of year, reinventing what winter celebration means. i’m not the one who can figure it out, can’t even do it for myself.
or this one found on the roadside late in november
or the living spider found in the snowed over roadway this week
or the moth that flew in the back door last night
some things defy experience or understanding. physics?
flax pulp molded to form a vessel, waiting to see if it will work. or if i can work with it.
i bought this ornament made by a Tuscarora needleworker in lewiston, ny, when i was a kid
so i look back and forward, and down (quite a lot) and gifts are bestowed far too frequently to list, today it was another chunk of mica, excavated by thaw and freeze and left to be gathered. i’ll put it in paper, north country glitter.
out of the blue and from far away came a delicious surprise, showing the hand(s) of the makers
in beauty.
from shanna, clay and linen
and from here, wood: best $7 ever spent
i went to the local junk place and found this lapped wooden box which proved hard to photograph.
such simple elegance could hold many of the things in today’s wobbly scattered post. but maybe not the wishes, the ones i send out to you my dear ones, hoping you have what you need as the year winds down, and that you may find yourselves inspired and full of joy from time to time and even make some good things with your hands, heart, head. me, i’ll be making paper stuff in all likelihood. there are books brewing, and some other things.
stone book #2, from a decade or more ago
