Friday, February 8, 2013

friday thoughts in snow

 that damn porcupine has been feasting
on my one big white pine
 and you won't believe 
how hard it is to follow it
back to where the tracks
become a confusion
a vanishing
a something i don't understand.
sigh.
i wish it wouldn't.
 a nice big snow storm here
an elder dog prefers not to forge through 
(not many leaps left)
i hope there will be skiing tomorrow
after i shovel or plow out.
the house is creaking 
as the wind becomes
a bit more serious.
that pink comes from
a cold dyebath 
with lemon zinger in it.
and the ball of lokta is very tough.
the cloth is harem or strong cheese cloth,
with globes of its own.
 during clean up 
a few moons
have surfaced, and a few
are missing.
and a few prints,
a surprise, 
a happy surprise collaboration
from aimee
how textile
and paper
and print
converge.
i like this very much!

7 comments:

onesmallstitch said...

been thinking about you - the weather reports/photos look awful. wonderful lokta and moons. hope you get to ski and Wendy gets to play.

Velma Bolyard said...

jean, can't spell, but am loving the snow. or sonw. or owns.....

Valerianna said...

Haven't seen my porcupine in years... she was eating the tops of the hemlocks. However, they didn't mind too much. Got lots of them.

Tarps outside are flapping, there are harmonics going on in the forest, and around the corner of the house as the wind speeds by. Hope we don;t end up in OZ!

Ms. said...

How beauteous the wild places...even when "RAW" as in a previous post that is imprinted forever on my mind file (and whose inspiration borrowed, came out one night recently in a poem)...but would we really have it any other way even if we could...eat and be eaten, live and let live...even that porcupine just staying alive. It's the mission of each moment. Stark and real. Here, in an apartment building in a vast and teeming jungle of a city, my elephant footed, thoughtless and oblivious newish upstairs neighbors, having stomped in from wherever they spend their week for their usual Friday night routine of moving furniture and dropping heavy objects, have gone out to the clubs and left me in blissful silence as snow falls and falls. Your new pieces are full of promise.

Barry said...

V- you guys are sure in the thick of it with the snow storm and wind by the looks and sounds of it - wise dog. Good to have art to warm you inside. Go well. B

india flint said...

the snow photo is rather lovely
and
i have the kettle on, in case anybody DOES end up in Oz.
where
it is quite warm, thank you.

Velma Bolyard said...

valerie, my woods is porcupine heaven. no problem, except when they trundle into my yard where the dogs reign. yes, it's quite the storm!
ms, send me th epoem please?
barry, rather snow than fire, for sure. 'twas hard to find a dog's way out this morning!
india, thanks, and if i fly over the big pond there will be a pup with me who would love to see you again!

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