this photograph is a complete surprise. I Saw nothing like this…..the odd lighting, the emphasis on certain details
it somehow illustrates for me this sense of how things are in this time. a time that seems as if i am doing
nothing
but i continue. doing nothing.
nothing…..meaning…..making.
because i am doing nothing, i am doing all kinds of things…i sorted through the cupboard under the refrigerator, throwing things out and setting some aside to take back down to the storage tubs. going through all the STUFF in that back room, same. Sweeping the webs. moving saved mailing containers, packing materials OUT. more webs. Packing up all the laundry. I'll go on Wednesday. Watering and Care of B Garden. Watching Goats behaviors at being let in to Campsite A, the gate tied open….when do they go, how often, how long do they stay. Who leads the decisions. Cooking.
but i think this evening that i AM, making…..it's redefining, reconfiguring, re re. re seeing. it's the 77th year.
a life that is full. and i still say….nothing. because i am not making.
and then, there is this pic.
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