Scattered Light
Who would ever think the weedy, rusted fence in our backyard, looking out over a refinery could be like stained glass?
Who would ever think the weedy, rusted fence in our backyard, looking out over a refinery could be like stained glass?
Everyone has those little rituals they’ve performed since childhood that they do without even thinking. Like these onion flowers. When I see them, I pick them. I have to-that’s just…
So, my Ravelry knitalong friends were not kidding when they said I’d love using Madelinetosh. I misread the yarn requirements and ordered one skein of lace for a woman’s small…
I fought the urge to add a blech to the post title because I wouldn’t want to make it seem as though there was anything wrong with the pattern or…
“You seemed almost as fearful of notice and praise as other women were of neglect.” …
Since we finally got our Christmas tree put away and my fortieth birthday has come and gone, I thought I’d take a minute (Who am I kidding? It took for-freaking-ever…
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this is beautiful! the photos and the words.
Just goes to show you can find beauty in anything if you really look. Even from a weedy, rusted fence. Lovely light.
Thanks Jennifer and Gail! I think the biggest lesson I've learned through 365 is to find beauty everywhere, even if it is just a few square inches.