the lake churned and shook and rolled like the ocean today. the winds were wild, but it was on the water that it was so clearly more than simply windy. the movement changed the color of the lake. seething from far below the surface. we walked along the edge feeling the spray. energized and excited by it. i was busy with my camera. and looking through the photos just now, it was hard to choose one to post here. each one is minutely different and yet each one shows a different piece of this foaming beastly lake that is so hard to recognize in this form. my placid companion in disguise.
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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