steaming pond and other things

 tooley pond

 as the weather turned

an uneasy dance surfaced

between sky and depth

cold was fighting the warming waters

over the weekend 

 hortus siccus

 pages of this northern garden

 rinsing away plant matter

paper and cloth

 a pattern

a pleat

 some cloths

some text

some thoughts

phew!

i am well. 

shhh! 

i don't want to curse myself.

 one of the many painted turtles i've "rescued" this spring

 pretty, and such nice manners!

the snapping turtles

while more earthy looking 

are fierce

the painted are easy to carry to safety

~~~

 wrapping up a studio/mill/garage

 very high up

 great marks

 really! 

 this visitor seems to find

my window screen 

a suitable place to hang out

 maybe it sees some of the colors inside

and feels right at home.

these papers are part of my new project:

a dry garden

hortus siccus.

i am very excited about this!

three weeks

three weeks and

a few more prints

 such a lengthy bout of 

antibiotics and doctors and dentists

but i am on the mend.

really and truly.

many thanks to you all

for your kind support.

it's been a rough patch, for sure.

but i am finally feeling almost well.

around the place(s)

 old wood + new wood = studio/garage

 friendly small ones

surround a burned out stump

 the road goes high just here

and the horses, clydesdales all five

 are weirdly sized from above.

and yet, up close

which i was,

they are huge and very well mannered.

i got to know them

and they, me, 

just a little bit.

 a rock book, 

very large

 in its own pool

 my favorite spring scent

planted by emily, 

for sure,

at the new place.

snarling

 snapping princess

 she fiercely stood her ground

dangerous ground, 

the middle of the road

country road though it was, 

 i moved her, 

knocking off

 her mucky camouflage

in the process

and hearing fierce annoyance 

 and this lady, all painted and lovely,

also protested

 but i did move her ever so carefully, 

no stick needed 

this week, mid-sinusitis, 

i bought a sun hat.

the same day the painted lady

survived the road,

for a while. forever, 

i hope.

now, sunday evening, two doctors,

various health procedures and meds,

one dentist later,

i am on the mend.

as we embark on the journey of building

a garage/studio and rebuilding

a house

i've been thinking of the patterning process,

mapping a dream,

and was reminded how it began with 

a pattern language.

and then

this surfaced:

 published in 1965

 another book about charting

mapping

 as usual, i've never gone into the exegesis
let alone read the entire thing,

just used what i wanted, frankly.

 (i may be the world's guiltiest skipper)

but,  just look at these illustrations!

 and then i saw this one, and my head,

like the unfortunate boy's 

swelled

 blue lines

 my pack always looks like this

 the curves for watercraft 

 i LOVE this

all alone

who says?

who says?

all you need is a little perspective!