taking shape

 

the sum of all parts

we are the pieces of what we remember

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

selvage

the edge on either side of a fabric so finished as to prevent raveling

 

 

Hazel’s thread

 

 

 

 

 

 

silent nights

 

 

 

 

 

December nights

Downtown

as covid is surging

 

 

 on a happier note – big thanks to the PRC for the shout out in their current newsletter – 

 

 

 

 

 

 

moon walk

 

 

I walked the trails at dusk and had every intention of being home by dinner but as I headed back, the moon rose up over the trees. There was a beautiful sense of peace. The thought of walking alone in the woods at night has always scared me but tonight I felt safe somehow.