are such fragile things. The infinite number of blank, white pages here is daunting. However, I’m hopeful that with a bit of tech support from my trusty husband this blog will become my “go to” spot for recording progressions – from discoveries in my fiber art to epic family tales and pesky ideas that won’t leave me alone during the darkest hours of the night.

Below is a photo Annalee took a few years ago when she was about 13 or 14. I often wonder what on earth moved her to create this lovely sculpture and photo.