Showing posts with label ice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ice. Show all posts

Monday, December 10, 2018

too long

the fall semester seems a little too long
about now,
but there is a sense of catching up as everyone makes their
last sheets of paper:
cotton rag (recycled)
abaca
kozo
when rachael asked for color
she was delighted with how purple happened
when we added in some off-cuts and beat them with the abaca/kozo
and then she 
chose what she thought might be a rich teal.
she mixed off cuts of green, yellow, and midnight blues...
the pulp promised a deep teal
but resolved into a layered light summer green.
color!
this color mixing was more like working with paint than pigment,
or a chemical alchemy unpredictable
because we worked with leftovers.
recycling.
 my 15, six vats,
eli's wee moulds made at the farm.
 we got some waterproof aprons! 
and supplement with the printmaking ones
 so many folks in a small space
shared with the silkscreen class, too!
i have them fairly well trained...
six of the students are living at the farm
where the sustainability program runs what looks a lot like a supported commune
(remember communes? now called intentional communities around here.)
the sustainability program has taken on the motto:
WE ARE FARM
they understand they why of making paper by hand.




 yep. 
winter supplies on the porch:
milkweed pods
 dead leaves and sticks (iris, daylily, milkweed)
 new snow shovel
contact printing bundle of plants
 slippery elm bark
 more sticks
 black walnut dye
i often wonder what delivery or service folks think. 
my friends know that the porch is a bit of a supply/storeroom/disaster.
 one of my favorite neighborhood buildings
a wobbly roofline 
indicates it won't make it much longer.
 not all tracks left behind are wildlife
 snow caps on cut birch
 icing up

 if i'm really brave i harvest some greenery for printing
it's really hard on your hands.
so cold.
that old barn in the last sunshine of the day
 snow comes and goes as winter locks in.
on a fine day in december, as the sun begins the fast setting
it's time to reflect.
the year winds down.
it's time for hunger in the woods.

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

ice lines

lines.
kami-ito
wound off the skein onto cardstock
ready for weaving.
ice
 icescape
 landskeins iced over
 ice broken
 warming ice
 plant lines
 old grasses
 ice fissure
galacial
 big ice becoming stream
again.
the outlet from trout lake 
here.
view from the road.
alder cones illuminated 
ever so little.
 ice outlet
 letting go the water
 leaving an ice gown
 petticoat
 the snow, the ice, the changes this winter
from 27 below to 60 above.
and today, an ice driveway.
 sweet setter gwen is saying goodbye, little by little
here and not so much
like the ice.

Friday, April 12, 2013

ice out, ice in

well,
 the ice did go out of the rivers and ponds, 
even the shallow vernal ponds are thin this, so far, dryish spring. 
 i keep finding more about this place
there are lots of oaks.
i really haven't been paying attention!
 and this red wing blackbird was playing
hide and seek with me yesterday
 and the pussy willows above the kitchen sink
are bursting forth.
lovely twigs i brought home
like precious jewels
from my walk yesterday 
(when i had to tell my neighbors
why i was walking alone
and felt again the weight of grief, for a little bit) 
but not this morning!
ice in, it's raining ice right now! 
freezing rain, school is closed.
update:
some ice
indeed!

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

home late

so i hastened to walk
remembered the camera
 it's cold 
and it looks it
 these stiff birches support
a few crystals of moisture
evening cold air
 twilight comes on
as we hurry up to keep away the chill
wendy runs,
canters really,
until i turn the camera on video 
 and. she. s.t.o.p.s.
finally, these little bubbles
cling to grass leaves
and one brave dandelion.
by morning they'll be iced up
for sure.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

looking at ice

 today there was almost no snow
left from last week's thaw
but the cold crept back
and it's snowing some
 and all the little drainages
 in this place of wetlands
and springs
sinkholes and deer drinks 
  were still flowing full
under new ice
and this small spot
was chortling 
as it drained toward my land
and eventually 
the beaver ponds.

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