Sunny Saturday

A walk around the lake with the guys. Down jacket on, but still nice air.

Notably absent: all the runners training for the Boston Marathon. Normally this time of year, they’d be everywhere. This year’s race will be in October.

Midday found me quilting and watching a show about Flannery O’Connor on American Masters. I knew she was a staunch Catholic and southern but I had no idea how ill she was with lupus.

I hear my neighbors chatting out back. I’ve been through quite a few chapters today and have to get back outside. It’s a little daunting, the page count.

Here’s how K and I do yard clean up: I rake leaves and whatnot into piles and he picks them up.

I close with two Paris Collage Collective Week 12 compositions that didn’t make it into my Instagram feed.

11 thoughts on “Sunny Saturday

  1. RainSluice

    Love all your Paris Collage Collective works. Can you see my repost of that mask one including all the likes it got? The figures stand out so stark and abandoned, they are striking that way against backgrounds. They speak to me of the loneliness and the chaos we are living, particularly city life. These three figures evoke a different kind of loneliness. Love the fabric in the fence. Ya, love all the photos and guess what… we rake leaves the same exact way. Usually one day I rake until I drop and then he goes out the next day and picks up the piles. He can’t understand why I never pick up my piles of leaves. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    1. Liz A

      that’s how I got my nickname “the mad pruner” … going like gangbusters to the point of exhaustion, then leaving behind all the mangled limbs

    2. deemallon Post author

      Thanks, Maggie. Iโ€™m having fun with the weekly prompts and seeing what other people post is really humbling. And yes, thanks for the repost. Youโ€™ve been showcasing a lot of other peopleโ€™s work – itโ€™s been interesting.

  2. Nancy

    Wow, that stack of pages! Amazing! I’m glad you get to go out and enjoy that beautiful lake. Sounds like you and K have a good system ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Hazel

    Appreciating the reams of work in your binder, lipstick on her teeth, the half flowered moon, and I could stare at your tilted lake for hours…


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