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dyed driftwood for a current project, 

old doll collection of my great-grandmother's, 

last of the harvested garlic.

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also, this.  

did you learn to absorb?

do you deserve the space you occupy?

golden

yesterday, the sunset in the back field.

the trees were golden, or on fire, or both.

back field

i'm really lucky right now to have a big field for a backyard.

there are fruit trees and turkey feathers.  

there's an old truck which was, long ago, used  

to bring fruits and vegetable to farmers' markets.

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and below a couple few little vintage finds for sale in the shop:

TAKE50

here are some (outtake) photos from around here.  

we've been playing speed scrabble in the evenings.

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today is the last day the shop will be open with the last few items on sale for 1/2 off the original price.  use the coupon code TAKE50 for 50% off when you checkout.  

have a good weekend friends.

x

weekend

it was a good one.  we took some polaroids, found some things at the fleamarket and yard sale.  the little pot above was a dollar, also a dollar- a book about early new england grave stone carving, another in german about chinese landscape art.  also got a cheap old trunk with nice pressed metal and this old painting on paper, the water being my favorite part.

today i'll sand some small salvaged wood pieces i cut over the weekend and work on making some paintings out of them over the week.

many x

many o,

liane

*reminder- while i work on the new things for enhabiten much in the shop is on sale and you can also receive a further 20% discount when you enter the coupon code ADD20 at checkout.

there's a field behind my new house with old apple trees and sometimes the deer come to eat the drops.  last night before dusk we spotted two.  they were alert and watching us; they twitched their tails and ears.   they ran for the woods.  we spotted a third, then, which had been out of eyesight.  it had darker fur.  

at dusk turkeys came to peck around in the same field but turkeys, being what they are, don't stir the same things in me.  

the other week a black bear crossed my path down along the road near the dam.  it just stepped right out onto the pavement.  i slowed.  it padded across and into the woods on the other side.  i hooted and clapped my hands together.  my daughter seemed less elated, less lifted up.  then i learned she had spoken about it as soon as she left the car.  a few days passed and she reminded me of it, saying, remember when we saw the bear.  i said yes, i remember.

triple trouble

a little post-move update:

i'm in the new place and the day before the move we found 3 black girl kittens in the barn at my old place.  we couldn't just leave them there!  and i put some new sweet dyed vintage textiles in the shop today HERE.