Thank Jude for reminding me that the work of my hands can have a point, a purpose beyond busywork or something to soothe the eye.
Mabon is upon us and yet Summer waddles on here reminding me every day of the precariousness of life on this Big Blue Marble. Feels like August in the daytime and late September after dark. Confusing.
Like having a foot in each world.
The morning report from Brisco Airfield.
|and just a few minutes later.....|