Woes of a public weaver

11 05 2019

It has been a wonderful week of weaving for me.
Bright sunshine, clear skies and lots of people stopping by to ask what I am doing.
Now if I could only remember my sunscreen

may day-
on the pier with bare arms
and burning skin





[blood red sun]

10 08 2018
blood red sun
under an ash choked sky
the land burns




@ 0845 today

14 02 2014

a single flame burns

ignites a passion to live

watch it grow