These were rescued, that last of Love. The winds have come, and only the strong remain not wilted and shattered. Autumn, yes, it looks like a go for some studio time. I have been doing a little hand quilting in my chair, pondering as usual the purpose of life.

I was thinking about all these stitches, and how each has it's meaning, responsible somewhat for those maverick thoughts on random subjects that are sewn into layers.