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I don't think I could have chosen a better goal than to work with images that are black and white and the shades in between for the month of November.
A few things:
As much as I love color, it can be a distraction.
I knew this at the beginning of the month and am now even more convinced; there really isn't black and white, it is so much more.
Tonight I stood outside.
There is a full moon and stars.
Maybe even a planet (I think Venus).
So much is possible.
Men have walked on that moon...
of window, curtain and lights.
(This might have become a bit busy...)
Of leaves.
Of color and time.
Of memory and attention.
(It's going to bloom!)
November sunlight has a fragile quality to it.
(Almost 17 inches, I will be starting the sleeves tomorrow.)
But it illuminates corners and crevices not seen at different times of the year.
It is strong enough.
Radicchio, a bitter green.
Interesting to look at in black and white.
There was some time in the garden and a lot of making while listening today.
This On Being interview joins my favorite list: Agustin Fuentes.
And this is beautiful too: Rumble Strip, "Shaking out the Numb," an interview with Sylvan Esso.
There is no more daylight.
The colors aren't the way I want them so that will have to wait until tomorrow.
I did this one by drawing a flower onto the fabric and then stitching over the lines.
Plus a few extra stitches.
And then I put it back in my journal and did a rubbing.
Thank you everyone who stops by to visit... I am very grateful for this community.
I am going to stitch this...tomorrow.
Exploring how different filters make some things more or less noticeable... the clouds, the lines, the trees.
That and just a small adjustment in what you frame...
The second image is just a little closer to the earth,
a little less sky.
through COVID
It's complicated.
Remembering to eat dinner is important.
Risotto topped with kale that was fried in olive oil until crispy.
It's not turning out the way I planned...
(I'll be adding more panels of crochet to finish off.)
it's even better.
Also the gift of time.
Cinderella and the plain faced watch were gifts from my grandparents, Cinderella being my very first watch. It was bought during a visit to San Francisco. I really don't remember much about San Francisco itself, just a vague memory of riding a trolley car (but maybe it's an invented memory, did we just see them?), of an extended family dinner where I was teased about not liking lobster and peaking into a closed merry-go-round that I am pretty sure I desperately wanted to be able to ride.
The Tweetie bird watch hangs from a chain. It was a gift from my parents. They thought it was something the children at work would like....it was liked so much that it often had to hidden when I wore it.
It plays, of course..."As Time Goes By."
Today I wanted to finish the curtains, but only got as far as crocheting the last three panels together.
The garden was calling...
"How we spend our days, is of course how we spend our lives."
Anne Dillard
And
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
Mary Oliver
Reading is always time well spent.