The pup and I are finding ourselves with our feet in the cool creek water as often as we can. Maple sometimes goes far enough out to swim a little - she makes a tight little circle of doggie paddling.
We walk through our busy little town to this place that feels so far from everything. During the week I start to crave a few moments here to refuel and breathe it all in. The sycamore leaves are falling and becoming part of the water and rocks.
This one half summer - half fall. The yellow then brown sneaking in through the veins.
I want the things I make to have a sense of all of this.
yes, making what is around us flow through us. and out again, filtered.
ReplyDeleteI like that.
ReplyDeleteStopping by to say, "Hi" Susan (via jude's place). Such a lovely blog!
ReplyDeleteLuv your four paws in the last photo ;>]]
and all that you are making here....
Hi! That water is suddenly cooler! I look forward to visiting you too.
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