i got back to beauty.
ladybugs danced on a log in the woods near the creek
in fact, they had made a nest in an old rotting log about 20 feet long. millions of them i imagine. what a sight!
i ate wild blackberries from the canoe as i floated and read my book…
traveling, the mind wanders
i hiked with trevor in woods, meadows, and along creeks in the wilds of the sierra national forest.
i explored some history of the local area. this word, painted on an old patch of asphalt and buried under inches of pine needles and oak leaves, long abandoned deep in the woods was from a girl scout camp in the 40’s and 50’s. it was funny to see it like this. perhaps it was reserved for me that day.
i gathered cattails from the ponds edge…
and made some dinner!
here, fishermen need jeans, not coats. so i did a little patchwork.
my, the fishermen here are handsome!!
i made a windchime with some rusty bits found on a hike. it takes a stiff breeze but sounds wonderful if hung on a thin weak limb.
the view from up high- Vernal Falls, Yosemite. crashing water rainbows and emerald pools
and higher still! view from the top
we found out we have friends in high places too
on the eve of darkness-we start to settle in to watch the sky and the Perseid Meteor Shower
a small impression of the wonder seen
practical too, for patching where the mice had chewed the outdoor cushions. made of memories
time to stitch and think too
a feather found, an old indigo cloth -which path to take?
Shibori Girl 