One of the final prompts for collage month.* Oldie on the left, used elsewhere with Dervishes, and used again as a frame for today’s tribute to Mother Earth on the right.
The other side of this primate pair was too darling not to capture, at least digitally.
Where did such design come from? Such coordinations of cells within the river of time? The elegance of math, the variety of flora… our capacity (thus far) to survive.
Meanwhile I ran out of thread for the crib quilt commission and am glad for the intermission because my hands are not as strong as they used to be. Even using gripper gloves, stippling is a strain.
Weanticipating t hold this president accountable aren’t bracing for really storm. Even though it’s hard to imagine how much more above the law one man can feel, it’s predictable that even more embolden .
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Saturn Pluto I’m down.
See also my Flickr album, SoulCollage, and the tags for SoulCollage and collage here on the blog.