dahlia dye

cochineal exhaust, mix, pomegranate dyed roving

pomegratate dye

Note the bit of cotton on the right of the fiber blob. It picked up the color more strongly than the churro. Alum was used only.

morning

The sky's first blue of the day is always amazing. Today it is a milky robin's egg. Touched by fog and tree stems dark with rain.

January 09 - the month that looks back and forward

early

I like the dark early morning world of the sleepless. It is preindustrial. No cars pass on the street. The air is fresher and crisp. Rain drips from the eves in a symphonic harmony which sounds all the louder for the absence of machine noises. Driven by the dogs' need to go out, I become another mammal. Albeit one who can solve the riddle of doors. We communicate, dogs, cats and I, with small sounds and eye contact. I enjoy a oneness with the world that is distracted by lights and sounds. On Sundays, even the train is not running. The loudest sounds are the click of my keys and the chuckle/growl of the fridge. Stillness is such a gift.