I imagine that someday, sometime, what I expect to happen just might not. For now, I am grateful to have these ripening tomatoes. And the reassurance of their continuing.
I stitched this early this morning. It is not a 9 patch, but I really like these colors together. I am looking and thinking how one thing might replace another. How that might be less obvious over time. And simply seem like continuing.
This new camera is different. I have to think more about how pictures work.
The moth was on the window through which this picture was taken. I meant to focus on that. Too close to be in focus without fiddling with settings, . I like how it is confusing for a moment. I think the moth seems bigger because it is blurry. And instead of out of focus it seems to be The Focus here. Funny thing, focus.
Since that is all out of the way I will use the day to Unclutter the big wall.
The one that is big enough to hang the Feather Cloth. Just about.
Undo winter's scenery.
The cold room which is not so cold now. Leftovers and new thoughts caught, pinned, kept out of reach. Safe from paws and claws. The cold room was often Soul-o's playground. No furniture, just space. And walls filled with stuff I didn't want to lose track of.
I am thinking about walls today as I rearrange. Walls are Pages. With this thought comes new (old) eyes.
Yesterday - spent figuring out video on the new camera. Different. Learning.
Today - clearing some space to hang a big cloth for the last time. To Look at it on the wall. Turn that page.