So it was fun playing with leather, making paracord bracelets. After a couple of wrong turns I finally have a clasp I can live with. But there hanging in my closet was a rather woebegone leather belt, I think I picked it up on one of those ubituitous ‘FREE’ piles
Life
In The Moment
My dog, Miss Frieda, likes to sleep in the hallway outside my office door, her nose just in the doorway to remind me she is there. It seems such a simple thing, amidst my break-fixing a complex computer system or researching a wonky linux service. And yet it is quite
Poetry
A Greeting of Leaves
I walked out this morningto a rustle in the treetopslight wind from the northspiralling the last maplesearthward in unison,a carpet from abovedescending around mehouse buildingfor the queen beeas she prepares to sleepunder the white blanketjust ahead. ml’25 (we have snow in the forecast for Sunday) (original image from pixabay.com)
Poetry
Angels On Her Fingertips
Angels on her fingertips,dancing lightlyas she weavesthe deep rumbleand soprano pipefor a waiting worldsmiling with joyas one braidbobs in perfectsyncopationto the rhythmsin her soul……Anna Lapwood ml’25 (If you haven’t heard Anna Lapwood I highly recommend a visit to Anna Lapwood at Youtube!)
Recycling
Feeling Knotty
So as the season begins to move indoors I had a hankering for more knotwork. I thought my usual paracord bracelets might be a little narrow for men so I have been playing with widening the bands. The green and black paracord bracelet above is an example of a wider
People
Clary
(From the unpublished ‘K444 – Growing Up In The Shadow of a Rusty Boat’) Childhood is made up of exploring our senses; tasting everything with an eye to disliking it, touching objects to learn their density, hardness, warmth or cold, watching pets and older siblings to mimic them, listening for