I took this picture on the way to work last Friday...the part that I walk. The shadow was cast by a huge cottonwood that grows along side the road. It was one of those moments when life felt exactly right. Ideas come when I'm walking sometimes.
Thinking about the quote I have in my side bar by Herman Melville:
"We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among these fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects."
Across the table (I forgot to see if there was a plaque stating who this is by. It's a sculpture that has been in this location for a long time)...
Also been thinking about a poem by Robert Frost, "The Silken Tent":
"Seems to owe naught to any single cord/But strictly held by none, is loosely bound/ By countless silken ties of love and thought..."
I've been pulling the wool dots I felted onto one of the wool blankets out (since they aren't wearing well) and have carded them into the wool I'm spinning. It makes these wonderful bumps in my crochet project.
The bright green to the left is where I over twisted the yarn when I was spinning. A different kind of texture.
Texture and color and ideas and dreams, "love and thought," all spun together....