at dawn on Steele's Island the ground is covered with a thin fur of ice
essentially the island is a midden composed of enormous shells
moss grows almost to the waters' edge
a stitched and felted landskin soaking in the briny rivermouth before baptism in the dyebath
Such a beautiful place. I love traveling with you, thank you for the photos and the thoughts.
ReplyDeleteIndia can you see this without dyers eyes?
ReplyDeleteYour photo's are dreamy. I love that wood burner!
ReplyDeletethanks for the nice comments and yes, Yvette, i happily wander the whirled quietly making appreciative noises
ReplyDeletedyes are a bonus...
Beautiful images India...each and every one :)
ReplyDeleteanywhere at waters edge is ideal to me. i love that cloth soaking and then the pot and big fire cause I know the magic that's about to happen. sigh. it's just all so lovely.
ReplyDeletei'm thinking, Rachelle, that this would be a great place for all the skinsisters to congregate at some point...
ReplyDeleteLove the photographs you always make, so serene and beautiful!
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful poetic set of images. when I view your work I know why you photograph thus. giving your passion attention. or, as I used to call it: taking part in that free home study course from the cosmos.
ReplyDeleteI loved the images in this post but have only now found time to comment.
ReplyDeleteOh the cold and foggy places, make most suitable home for such a great fire!
Great posts! Thanks for describing your experiences so well over the past few posts, yet again.