friday
A butterfly wing I picked up on our walk yesterday. Jan and I hiked around the ski trails at Oil Creek and then had lunch at Casey's. Had a super good hike. While wading through the crisp fallen leaves I was once again struck by how we live in a world of living things eating and being dependent for their lives on dead things. There is no life without others giving up their lives to give us life. We each get our turn. So many billions and trillions of us taking our turn to keep it all going.
Today is my father's birthday - born in 1909. He made it to 97. Jan was telling me yesterday how she was in the mood to visit the neighborhood where she grew up the other day and drove there. Missed her parents. I miss my parents. It's just a thing that we all do. Or you do if you were lucky enough to get halfway decent ones.
This one little yellow tree was so bright and blazing I wanted to get a picture of it.
This was the view from the edge of the hill looking across the valley to a diorama of oil derricks. Most of our world is November Brown now.
This carved wooden plaque was at nearly every crossroads to help the skiers to find their way around.
Today Candy and I are hiking at McConnell's Mills. It's a little farther to get to so we only go once a year. We didn't go last year at all.
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So far I've painted these three pieces of cloth. I think this will be enough colors to make a trial basket to see if the paint will hold up while doing locker hooking with the material.