squeaky up the road, there*

mysterious canine prints going up my driveway

probably coyote

looking out the early morning kitchen window

seeing four new boulders

become

deer

yep, later on i found evidence:

feet

bed and there were other things...

using shanna weights to hold down the silk for my book

thousands of stitches

see the bottom leather, that turquoise?

colors on the back-of-the-house-fix.

hemlock board.

great soft color

the dummy 

and two more books in the works

have you ever tried to get colors to behave with a stupid camera?

the hemstitched borders are all taupe/grey. 

not lavender.

no matter how much i tweaked the color, hue, brightness, tone, value... 

i couldn't come close.

but this book is coming along.

there should and edition of three when I'm all done.

this is the original triple woven silk.

you can see where the three layers are snagged together.

see the pattern dimples?

keeping it all straight:

dye on the back burner,

'soupper' on the front. 

bookish came to my house.

 these little stitched images are judith's iconography

and todd brought me his wild grape (fox grape) ink in the world's best bottle.

since these photos we have had real winter settle in.

a foot of snow and deep cold, under zero, but not below minus 10.

it is pretty 'sharp', 

and breathing outside hurt this morning.

~~~

* a friend quoted, referring to one of my neighbors.

hunger, fear, evidence, joy

i have not been hungry, 

but there is

evidence

everywhere there is evidence of hunger.

this was under snow 

for a week or two

and with the thawing there is 

evidence 

 it's a hard winter so far

 but there is a bit of dancing going on,

no matter what.

who has such joy? 

 dear god where do they get the energy?

i, who love wintertime

 have been grumpy 

grumpy

between snow and ice and bitter coldsnowsleetfreezingrainice and 

a great weariness

and cold,

dead

fear

 someone, some small one

finds joy,

maybe?

 so today i walked

between warmth and flood watch

 the fields weird,

like lakes,

 with strange evidence

of who 

 WHO?

has

walked this way?

i walked freely, with a big stride,

no crampons!

evidence

exhibit a

exhibit b

exhibit c

exhibit d

snow ball removal

a short walk in the meadow, the only dog evidence was the scent attached to deer trails. and the musty odor of someone, maybe a fox or coyote or even, heaven forbid, a skunk. i collected a handful of milkweed, a nest with shells: evidence. and someone has been eating bark. procupine, i assume, but other than the scarring, no evidence.