the storm

birds sing after a storm;

 

why shouldn't people feel as free

 

 

to delight in whatever remains to them?

Rose Kennedy 

Just wanted to say:
HAPPY MAY DAY







I also wanted to share with you another fabulous blog which I had found a few weeks ago and then forgotten about. The blog is that of "the colour guru" from Australia. I especially love the most recent slideshow Keron recently completed. AND I am totally green with envy because she mentions something of an art retreat with Misty Mawn. Sigh.

I was hoping to introduce another video and more items to my etsy but... Well, I'll say I was trying to fly. You can interpret it any way you want (:

I think I just figured out that I have swacks too much vintage material to be working with right now. YES! I shall not be bored for another few centuries, as if.

Must toodle ooh. I'll leave you with this image of a project I'm not certain about - if I'm finished or not. What do you think of it? It says something of which I must reassure myself frequently.

Surprising sunset: We were at the farm for the weekend. They'd been predicting rain for Saturday night and Sunday. I was busy Saturday evening with preparing a couple of books for altering when I glanced out the window and KNEW I had to go outside with camera in hand. Cat helped me quickly prepare. There were a couple of things I needed to finish - cover for the egg carton lid full of glue for those pages, sponge soppy with glue to hastily apply. I needed to find my rubber boots because of nasty beasties in the tall dry grass I needed to walk through. And then ~