Fish in the Road, September 2009, Philadelphia PA

scenes from North Creek Farm in Phippsburg, Maine September, 2009

French Bakelite beads from the 1970's

Quilting it is not going to solve the problem.

It was a garden for the blind: a constant offense to the eyes, a pleasure strong if somewhat crude to the nose. The Paul Neyron roses, whose cuttings he had himself bought in Paris, had degenerated; first stimulated and then enfeebled by the strong if languid pull of Sicilian earth, burned by apocalyptic Julys, they had changed into things like flesh-colored cabbages, obscene and distilling a dense, almost indecent, scent which no French horticulturalist would have dared hope for. The Prince put one under his nose and seemed to be sniffing the thigh of a dancer from the Opera.

-Guiseppe di Lampedusa, The Leopard

Constelation textile design

He can't catch or throw.

She remembered the blue air of her life on the coffee farm.