Tracey in Maine

For most of the day, a rainy day with little light coming in through the windows.

A perfect time to sit with old paints and new bits of board …

… and to imagine what might be seen on a brighter day.

Tomorrow back to the photography and writing, but it is fun to play with other forms. 😉

 

… found, one Saturday morning, on the church steps.  I wrote about him once.

Over time, and with the aid of little hands and big windy storms, the little fellow’s body has deteriorated quite a bit, but the wings are still intact …

… and quite beautiful.

… but I couldn’t help myself.  Sometimes I find dragonflies on the ground and sometimes I find moths.  On occasion, I spy spiders sitting on silken webs in a corner of the house.

I’ve yet to photograph the mouse that refuses to wear diapers else he’d be welcome to stay.  In the end, they are all beautiful creatures.

… something soft and dreamy and a bit fantastic but, at the moment, the words are not fully forming in my head.  A good thing since I have a very concrete project to complete involving hard numbers and rigid forms.  But if you have a poem to share, please do. 😉