so the friday fun spilled over and i find myself thinking again about the flow of one thing into another. the blending of moments, like stew or soup. we are soup, yes. or wine maybe, but whatever it is we are always brewing. i suppose everything i touch right now becomes sun moon stars related. but it is interesting really to pick up an old cloth in a new moment and see how you approach it with new eyes. maybe stop to count how many eyes you have after all this time. use them to revise , reconsider or simply look. maybe close them all at once and open them one at a time. or the other way around.
a bit of work is due on alphabet soup. i am thinking of the alphabet as something that might evolve, with self. i know juggling has taken on a whole new meaning.
if my pictures seem a bit dark, it's because there is no sun here for days. it fluctuates from dark to darker and back. hard to tell where you are in time really.
(there is a category for alphabet soup if you are not familiar with the cloth)
