every morning breaks into day a tiny bit later

heavy frost visited this week

i'm becoming a menace on the morning commute,

stopping, amazed, taking pictures

i don't have enough camera skill (or frankly time) to get good shots

but oh, so beautiful

yes, she's loping

and playing a little bit
between deep naps

two gifts, three books

carol made an amazing memoir
of her experience of her dear friend's death
and the dyeing that sustained her through this time

in the book she chronicles her making of another book
about the dying
on dyed paper
stitched without thread, running dots

(blogger's photo thingie won't upload
aimee's photos-later, then)