peace paper and a big week

holy

 !

 (my little canon

 can 

 still 

 take some nifty photos!)

the week has been wonderfully rich.

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so, friday
~~~

 friday morning

 with a little fog

 and friday evening on the way to yummy

 supper. 
then, saturday 

i went over to st lawrence university
wow the beater noise 
was all through the noble center!

 some egyptian cotton being pulped

 in a valley beater and a lee macdonald portable beater
made especially for workshops where
clothing is pulped as part of the work

and drew matott (co-founder of combat papermakers) and

margaret mahan

this is a new project maragaret is working on for peace paper.

it's about healing
working with victims of domestic violence
a logical connection from the combat paper project to 
healing from violence at home.
it's all about healing, story and healing.

back home a delightful box awaited

from melissa, who just happens

to have been a major influence and on drew!

margaret, me, drew.

i love the circles that are

stitched together

healing, love, friendship, pulp, learning, 

paper

books.
and drew's home town is right here. 
another circle.www.peacepaperproject.org

walking ecotone

five walks in two days

bliss

 the first walk was near the neighbors

 and much, much later this sky

 and between, a monarch

 trapeezed about

 and then i walked out back

through chin high goldenrod

and vicious raspberries

 into the woods, where quiet ferns waited
fooling feet into confidence
(those hidden rocks 
making jokes)

 there was a tiny scrap of text

 and the stream was jungle overgrown and almost disappeared

 even the upper pond was low

 and this caller

screeched about me, maybe, or the coyote i heard bark.

do you know this bird?

there were two

too far for my tiny camera.

 and three gifts i brought home

and tonight's walk

wendy and me (two walks in two days!)

saw this moon coming up

and when home again home again

i heard a white throated sparrow,

a woods friend in the ecotone.

the sky and apologies

apologies to anyone 

who has left comments that have disappeared.

i think i've fixed it.

your feedback matters

very much, and i think

i think

 i have conquered the latest blogger bedevilment.

 watcher and noisy one

 a present

 timely

unwrapping 

 anything

 from

 aimee

 is a treat.

(the indigo didn't photograph blue enough)

and this new book is a delight!

i am loving the stories

of these men seeking 

out rock paintings

in the 50's and 60's

a little north and west of here

i think they were using this as an excuse

to go canoeing 

in the great north woods

with their kids.

in and out of focus

i've never liked these dried up brown

giant ferns in autumn
till now-

 but i told myself to look

LOOK

and suddenly my world lit up 

 the papermill danced 

in searing descending sun

 leaving a wild

and peculiar

shadow on the maples 

 sunset behind a bank of clouds

that brought no rain

 and this odd mint, perhaps

(the hint a squared stem)

hugs goldenrod

 much of which

is passing or has seeded entirely

 a basswood seed

 and her propeller leaflet

 a sail for a small freight

payload of seeds

to please sophie.

and wendy looks my way

supper, perhaps, she's thinking
now, please.