I live in an apartment in a suburb. But a part of me says, "Ah, home" when I see this picture. And it isn't that I ever did what you do in your artistry, but still. It makes me think of my grandma, the cottage at a lake, all REAL pine-paneled, with baking bread in the kitchen. Grandma's sewing basket by the Boston rocker in front of the granite field stone fireplace my grandpa built. It reminds me of those simple summer nights when she was cutting quilting squares and handstitching them together, laying bits of the pattern she had designed herself on bits of fabric from my sister's and my old dresses.
THAT is what your beautiful pictures did for me tonight. And I'll just bet you understand why, too.
i thought of you when i was helping shear sheep a few weeks ago- lifting up entire fleeces and carrying them to the baler. the fleece rubbing against my face and neck- oh my! and now your photos- same sort of oh-myness to them!
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This makes my heart happy. I could just dive right in.
This will be magic in your artistic hands.
OH NO! sausage being made...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I wonder what wonderful creation is about to evolve out of those fibres?
Thank you! Such soft, quiet joy in that photograph..
it must be me
I like my elves and garden bear
all created
I live in an apartment in a suburb. But a part of me says, "Ah, home" when I see this picture. And it isn't that I ever did what you do in your artistry, but still. It makes me think of my grandma, the cottage at a lake, all REAL pine-paneled, with baking bread in the kitchen. Grandma's sewing basket by the Boston rocker in front of the granite field stone fireplace my grandpa built. It reminds me of those simple summer nights when she was cutting quilting squares and handstitching them together, laying bits of the pattern she had designed herself on bits of fabric from my sister's and my old dresses.
THAT is what your beautiful pictures did for me tonight. And I'll just bet you understand why, too.
i thought of you when i was helping shear sheep a few weeks ago- lifting up entire fleeces and carrying them to the baler. the fleece rubbing against my face and neck- oh my! and now your photos- same sort of oh-myness to them!
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