i just walked edgar through the harbor with my camera. it's hard to juggle my big lens and my big dog and the vista of lake and prison and limestone. there are so many photos i want to take. always there. after living here for 15 years, there are still limitless photos waiting for me everytime i go out. but i feel terrible if i go out for a walk without edgar. he loves walking through the neighborhood as much as i do. or more. so my photos get slipped in when i'm being pulled through the village behind a laughing panting 180 pound great dane. this one was from an hour ago.
the quilts i make blend a grandmother's ideals with a fresh youthful flair. there is a nostalgia for seasons past combined with hopefulness for a bright full future. I write little stories in my mind as I make the quilts. sometimes they become actual stories. and sometimes I share them here.
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