Sunday, August 04, 2019

late SUNday

The skies cleared and the sun broke through. As I stepped out onto the high deck for these pictures, I almost caught a whiff of fall, like a ghost who runs out of the room the minute you step in.


  1. such poetic words and pictures

  2. the whiff, the sound, the season has shifted.
    You make me dream of new larger cloth, waiting till after we move.


Tell me everything!

a grand accomplishment

                                This is what I want to do next. I just love what Hazel has done with her treasured cloth, her love and time...

Play it again Sam.