stories

one moment . . . one moment . . . I bring you a message:

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There’s no such thing as mixed signals. Mixed signals are actually clear signals You’re either misinterpreting or Straight up ignoring. If you can’t get a clear answer from someone, That IS your answer

—Kelsey Grant

Some, but that came later, before the Storm.

Feinting prospective perspectives in a liquid courtship dance.

49+ years of laughter, talk, sadness, goofy faces, silence, dinner, catz, ablutions, happiness, and all the other moments that wrote the novel of Us . . .

. . . "a photo says a thousand words", it has been said.

I awake late, clear in my head, but muddy in my body...the indulgence of enthusiasm sometimes carries me to eddies and backwaters; caution, of no heed.

Where did I lay that paddle?

When Barbara said we were gana pound pansies this past Saturday, I just had to have her reiterate, 'cause, well, I had no idea...

So, you pluck some pansy/viola blooms…

Using a rubber mallet, one basically pounds the blooms between watercolor paper and parchment paper, transferring the colour from teh blooms into the absorptive paper, effectively creating an instant print!

Saturday, Barbara brought everything together that the kids could make decorative bird feeders from scratch.

Anna and I did what we could to help make Barbara's vision a success.

I forget the exact recipes, and I did not photograph much as my hands were otherwise occupied :)

Successful run of frames made these past few weeks.

Three I raffled as gifts at our Co. X-Mess party, and three I made for gifts of choice.

On the way back from the grocery and pharmacy, yesterday, I spied gifts stacked on the curb (I am a sucker for potential re-purposing, and always stop for electronics of any sort).