Everywhere I go. I see colorways. How can I imitate my Father? How can I copy what He does?
Fiber and yarn are my crayons for drawing. Crude as my copies are, they bring a certain joy.
Not just color, but texture. What fiber can echo in its texturethe fuzziness of November snow....
the glitter of water,
the shine of ice,
the blurriness of mist?
3 comments:
Those pictures are beautiful! I especially love the leaves in the snow. Makes me long for living a bit further away from suburbia! :)
I love these pictures! I think the top one is my favorite--misty fairy-tale-land colors...
Lovely pictures! I feel the same way about His Creation. It is my greatest inspiration and sometimes takes my breath away!
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