

This week I finished up with some ATCs for the exchange and did way too much printmaking. Going up to the lake I threw the extras into one of my (numerous) collage bags and then looked for a poem in the green journal to suit the visuals. Looking at the riches discarded by trees brought the writing on, that and the season. Writing is not my strong suit and I can't plot to save my soul but the short takes come to me occasionally. This is one of them.

The open drawer with the ink rolled out. I love printmaking but don't do much of it, lucky for me the love translated into all the materials I need should the impulse strike.

Some of what I was working with. The curled leaf was so beautiful when I picked it up, not the color but the form.

Many prints of an old self-portrait and other parafenalia, then they had to dry so I patched some old jeans.
Was privileged today to see a kingfisher perched just outside my window on the bird feeder. He had a good view of the lake that way and wasn't interested in the seed. Coots and buffle-headed ducks are on the lake today too. I keep my old binoculars close at hand.