DEAR Magdalena. Over and Over, an individual rises up with ENERGY and decides something can happen. Over and Over, it doesn't quite. But they never give up.
This is the only pic i took. I felt uncomfortable at the thought of snapping pics of the very FEW things and their makers that were there. I was the 5th. So four others. Quilts, hot pads, place mats, a beautiful basket tote like Patricia's bowls, some just Fine knit and crochet, a woman who made shawls of plant dyed wool, Churro wool. She has an indigo vat. All very fine and welcoming women and an old friend/acquaintance Aleta who i'd not seen in years. I was mistaken about where i imagined it would be to set up. Thought it was in the old hotel but it wasn't. It was under the long portico of the town's motel. Which was ok till the WIND came up at which point they moved inside to a small kind of dreary room. What IS it about fiber arts??????
this is the Indicator that something was happening there. If they decide to try this again, i'll know and make something myself. This was not ok.
But aside from this, there really wasn't anyone There. Everyone that came by were locals and friends of the women who had their things there. And very few of those. and maybe at another time in my life that all would have been just ok. But i really just wanted to come home. So much to do here, NEEDing to be done…so when WIND came up, i just loaded up and was on my way.
I cruised through town first…i really DO love Magdalena
a Goat's Eye bag?
from the back with light. I'll somehow attach a "skirt" to it and it will be this year's Hose Dress. More on that later sometime.
Starts from the Green Girl there who has an organic green house. I'd gotten on her List a while back, for peppers. Which i seem to have a hard time starting. Her, not. 2 kinds of bell peppers, Yellow Hots and some other stuff… Calendula…would have made the trip to pick these up no matter. It was good to meet her. She has goats.
And before i left for home, i drove around a little, for Julie.
an old place, redone
at least half of Magdalena is Vacant.
this bull, by the rodeo grounds
And then, the drive home which is always worth Everything to me
i have no words for how this feels to me
windthread 
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