report

wednesday report:

jude is well

she writes" OK but not fun".

probably the understatement of the decade.

~~~

not being much on pop culture,

i can only say that this from facebook speaks volumes

~~~

seems there are still fathers of daughters

men i know,

fit into the grey-faced men category.

i heard the "she asked for it" argument recently

made me spit fire.

morning

the morning after

in the north country

sandy was kind.

not so elsewhere

sending love to you who are 

not so lucky

moving into weather

 a neighbor

 his herdmates

 he moved back to the group

 a new book

 on the way home (early) from work.

sandy is on her way, but

you can get stuff

at this place

 a refugee from sandy

 unfolded and 

 drying

for tomorrow's delight

8 moons

a watcher

 when i brought her into my house, into my bedroom

15 years ago, 

i felt her presence.

i grew to love her, 

after i grew to fear her no more.

 rosa rugosa i planted here

 on linen

part of a bundle like this:

 which has handmade

abaca, from some time ago,

when i did an edition of white paper

saved

for a rainy day

you can see
(well, maybe you can't see)

the ecoprints came out

very well, 

from pastel to deep

purple, charcoal, and dots

of rose from staghorn sumac berries

gathered at the new place.

hunker down, all, and safety to you.

good news this week:

hannah got an archivist job at a public library on mount desert island.

ian won *two* first place awards at bullseye glass' in house exhibition, 

working glass.

(proud mom)

images lately

the week has been deliciously busy

 branches wove across the sky

there was little rain

 a moon waxing

but from my belly

yes, on the side of the road!

she looked odd

grandmother maple's ochre

 and garden hosta

harvested for paper

 this colorful watcher

brought down for a cleaning

 stitching on golden milkweed paper

 one of many bundles

 this, too.

paper peeled off silk

sumac fruit clinging by

furry fingers

and this: aimee's book.

i had the huge privilege

of being an early reader

and now you can buy it.

it's very, very fine.

tuesday morning

 the detour

 has meant 

 that i've

 really seen

a new watershed 

 and this morning

i stopped, turned off the car, listened and looked.

water and fog muffled the geese

who still kept constant discussion.

a duck swam by

and behind me on the road

heading south

a horse trotted a soft rhythm.

red door

detour

 detour: oswegatchie river

 i've been passing this by

everyday on the detour home

friday the horse team was absent, work done

it was hard to get a good photo

(huge lines were in my way)

 but the changeable weather

made for light shows

 at home

 the leaves opened up

 for the lights

~~~

 i looked at two little abaca sheets

i had placed in a bundle

 and i learned something new

besides the ecoprints,

 the fern inclusions

from long ago

took up the dye color

and become dark presences.

nifty!

autumn shades

i *think* this is my poem

for the bloodroot and violet book

from the natural colours exhibit

i *know* this is a pot

of autumn colors 

cotton, linen, and silk

and paper

 saving can lids for globes

 and rusty bits shed by passing vehicles

probably tractors

 drew asked it this was hebrew, 

you can, perhaps, see why

 more metals on yogurt mordanted cotton twill

 those gramicci climbing pants

 more of claudia's clothing

 twill and rose

and inside one linen bundle, 

a little silk surprised me.