learning reflection

 in salida

there wee hints of rains

that swept over

 there were rooftops

 a reminder "we are here" on the hill

across the river from town

and how really dry this high desert is

 this place, richard's old shop

 i went into every day

and worked

 and i just made samples

and samples

 and journaled

 i would see this early

and be reminded

 and cook up a few plants

in roberta's pots

 tragically stained

 origami book

rice grass

more samples

shop door

another shop door

habu paper and silk

moroshifu

i made a new stump loom

or two

susan's yard/garden

terraphilia guesthouse

and here.

~~~

i'm settling back into the north

at first my skin was grateful

and i have also

packed my classroom and my office for a move.

mowed the grass twice!

caught up on sleep

rejoiced in the lightning bugs

have been tickless (so far)

seen friends and heard the news

that diary page above

is now thread

waiting to be woven.

i was without my macbook

for three days,

so i've been a little quiet here.

but i'm back!

bluer

ian's evening sky

winds all day yesterday

smoke seems to have blown out for a bit

(or maybe not, i don't know this place much)

and i don't smell it now, anyway.

but the morning sky is bluer and the mountains

are black/deep green/tan

(is that snow on a ridge?)

smoke in the air, maybe

dust on my shoes

removed by the door.

the longing for water.

a creek cantering by

willows drought dead, now revive

hug the edges and hide.

different than home

so beautiful and i want to say

vital, tenacious, fragile and gifted to me

for a fortnight.

 proto paper!

 one of two big tables

portals 

 lokta

for india 

a benign face in the posts and beams

blogger won't let me upload todays pictures. 

no matter, yesterday's will do.

we're getting to know each other

this brick place and me.