the old, the new

 late afternoon

december 31, 2013

happy new year

new year

 off again to the adirondacks

 my sweetie longs for them

i'm content here in the foothills

i thought it was an eagle

 but it was a raven

 two actually

that we couldn't get close to

they had better things to do on new year's

 the sky kept changing

rain, overcast

snow, sleet

sunshine and warm, too warm

 all in 24 hours

oh, and fog and

did i say rain? 

 staying late in the season

 they always look like old men to me

 but i love the constant watching
and along the river
the big st. lawrence,
a huge flock of robins 
not yet gone south,
like the heron

and carol sent me this:

fiber from...

lotus stems

in myanmar 

happy 2012 my friends

new year

 old year

silk, cotton, indigo, eco cauldron

 strings left from summer dyeing

 canada goose from saranac lake

balancing

where the threads are going

where are yours going?

~~~

happy

new year

a very good one 

to you!

leah's snowflake

you!

~~~

audacious

that we go into a new year with such hope and joy astonishes me. 

i feel a great gladness that the holiday is over, i have a couple bones to chew on. 

thinking. pondering. drawing. and planning.

i took a walk out back yesterday and today. yesterday i slogged through seven or so inches of snow, today i had to work to find any. it's been crazy warm, and a little rainy. 

can you see how the weather has changed this rock? 

it's beautiful beyond anything i make. 

another split rock. 

so today i worked on a milkweed book.

i hope it happens, this birthing is tough going. 

beaver busy in the woods

happy new year

marking time, making plans, reflecting on the dying year (i almost wrote dyeing). 

when a year has been bigger than ever before, 

a watershed, 

as this one has for me, 

i hardly know where to begin. 

but this i do know:

 all of the friends and budding friendships (and in some cases old friends reconnected) 

that have happened as a result of internet technology 

have been sustaining 

in a way that utterly amazes me. 

i am grateful for these relationships, 

each of them,

each of YOU 

because i think these are patches of beauty in a broken world, 

proof 

if you will, of the goodness of the human spirit. 

and when these patches are sewn together or pulped together 

the resulting fabric or piece of paper are whole things. 

useful, full of potential, 

beautiful. 

my very good wishes to you all. for health, or for suffering well, if that is your job.

happy, i say, new year.