He spends a lot of time with the bike's old carburetor.. A kind of mending I guess. Making do. We've been riding. Wind.
He is a really nice guy, with a wonderful mind...an unparallelled sense of honesty (could cut you really) and loyalty. Patience. But, honestly I might have married him for his hands. Even if it was just to look at them.
This piece was not really planned. A bit from this, and idea from that. Scraps of self over time. Past , present and in between. I named it last night after posting it at Diaries and then having no words.
How one heart might affect another without explanation
I think that will work. Work for so many things really. When something has reach beyond just one little thought, I know it is right. And I keep going.
A doodle for Wednesday, not a new one, until I put it on cloth.
Sun's up. Go outside. Early morning rain. Nothing like it.
A little laundry. Removing the mustiness from a humid July. An early morning bath for some cloth. Today is a hang it out in the winds to dry day. It has cooled down and it is just such a relief. I feel alive.
In the summer, the Man is the innovator in the kitchen, He , a natural born fruit eater, just loves the warmer months when there is fruit everywhere. Greek yogurt, cantaloupe, green apple, ginger. ZIng! Ready for the day. He froze the rest.
I found this little old eye in a pile of scraps, while continuing to clean the studio. Seems new today. Pinned it to the curtain so I don't lose it again. New eyes are so precious.
Note to self... new eyes are so hard to find, don't lose track of them.