November ended with a flood
but first I had to go back and add stitches.
Last week's moon just looked naked
lost in a sea of flat muslin
In my humble opinion
you can never have too many stitches.
The cloth comes to life
valleys and hills
shadow and light
send the eye on an exploratory journey
around the image.
Then there are the regular
lines of samples from years gone by.
You don't see blue in my work very often
the rains came
the most rain we have ever seen.
One stream broke it's banks
If you look carefully you can see
it swooshing through the woods
and flowing into the vegetable garden.
Trouble is it didn't stop there.
It worked it's way into the basement
which, by the way, is fine again
but was very wet for a couple of days.
We thought our little bridge would get swept away
but it stood strong.
I wonder how the beavers did further down stream.