Saturday, February 13, 2010
The Grid Forgets Itself
"the grid forgets itself"
Something made me put down the needle and take this one to the mummification chamber for finishing. The sun is playing peekaboo through late afternoon clouds so this is a quick shot..kinda strong on the blues but I didn't want to tinker with it.
Couldn't let this day slip away without acknowledging that it's been six years since we lost Jimmy. He was a wonderful father an...
Play it again Sam.
Not waiting for a surprise cold snap. Mr. & Mrs. Wilson, the swedish ivys were totally out of control. Bits of them have taken hold in...
Without a map or destination, I'm becoming obsessed with this one. The story it belongs with is still largely untold. What I was...
I could digitally remove all the crud from the carpet, but as I'm too lazy to vacuum..... This is a section of cotton bed ruffle th...
I'm on my way to the post office. If you've ordered anything to date, it's on the way!! Have a great weekend. I got stuff to ...
It's what happens between thread, the needle, and the cloth. Somehow, I'm not a part of this conversation. It seems to happen wh...