Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Point, prints and push.

1. At the first stroke, the sharp new point on my pencil pops and crumbles into a tiny constellation, black on white.

2. Dry morning. No-one in sight. Dew wet footprints on the path get fainter step by step.

3. One last push late at night to finish my day's proofreading.

Ready for the tree, better fit and references.

1. While I catch up with the advent candle I begin to clean the sitting room ready for the tree.  2. A smaller embroidery hoop came in the p...