quietly, quietly

Just before the sun rises there is a small silence.  Quietly, quietly between the earth and sky there is no wind.  No trees rustling, no birds chirping, no planes going overhead.   In less than a second everything is still.  Only a breath of cold air touch my cheeks.  Silence.  Then everything starts again.

Chaco Canyon

I have plans to work on some figs and persimmons this week.  I only have time to do a few as I return to a paycheck job.  It is really difficult to work on the larger pieces during this time so I will make smaller pieces.  Let's see how many are completed by Thursday.


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