Not what I intended to read next, but what I fell into. Home Ground is a collection of definitions. At the moment, I open to any page read a bit and then skip to another spot. But really, I want to start at the beginning and read all the way through, to be sure I don't miss anything. It makes me think of poetry.
Pieces of my landscape today...
This morning. Unaltered. The first of the sunlight coming through the windows.
The back porch this afternoon.
Throughout the day.
Working on the poncho.
And for Jude:
Altered apple prints.
Thinking about apples as a symbol of knowledge, of the star within.