Spirit Cloth

a softening

 

Good Morning.

I softened the photos today. Because I can. Because I need softened.

I wonder if the yellow walls make the light inside look so warm?

Or is it just the nature of the light inside itself?

On the edge of Holding Pattern, a soft star.  I looked at the wishing star differently just now. I saw the box. And the arms of the wish as point of departure. Change. And then the wish itself as a soft promise for change. A simple reaching out.

It is raining softly now and he is just watching. 

Things have become a bit crazy here in New York. Not so far from here. We are well supplied and just hanging here mostly because we can.  Imagining what it might become.

mind games

 

Rain again, fog, grey February, but no real snow. So warm, but cold returns tomorrow morn, in some big way.

Kitchen window. Grandma's glass door knob. Always love how it twists things. 

Here it's own little world, pushing all else out of focus.

 

 

Two wet racoons just slowly walked by across my field of vision. I did not think to pick up the camera. I noticed that.

I picked this one today. To think about. Again. To show you, Again.

Weathering A Storm. Now aka just Thinking. 

I thought to work on the grid section in the center. Because that is where the Magic seems to be. The potential to build and connect through experience. To catch new form, and try to explain it.  Years. Years of saying. Engaging. I thought hard about that yesterday.  I am naturally such private person. Suddenly, I am feeling more disengaged. Maybe I am coming closer and closer to having said enough.  

Anyway, did that. Some work on it...

 It has caught my thoughts.