as i was leaving for work yesterday afternoon, the curtains and the sun and little window were all so lovely that i ran for my camera and tried to get some quick shots. i was rushing, but it made me happy all evening thinking about the window and the light and the vintage curtains and the photos. and when i came home after a great evening at work, the moon was round and huge, sitting low above the lake, and striped gray with clouds. i wanted to grab my big lens and wander with the moon for a few minutes. but the extra energy that would take just wasn't there. the moon kept glimpsing in at me and calling me out to play, but i couldn't do it. yesterday i had two of the spontaneous photography moments that keep my eyes fresh and twirl me around a little inside. and i only used one of them. that moon is haunting me.
i feel like quilts are alive. they reflect all the little joys that make life special. they emanate love and warmth. 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. you can find me online at www.chasinglightningbugs.com