These were taken in the thicket behind my building.
Bumblebee and Thistle
I love how soft and plush his fur is and how his little trousers are packed with red pollen.
Eastern Tiger Swallowtail
Male Eastern Tiger Swallowtail butterfly (Papilio glaucus) with thistle
Aftermath
This is what’s left over, after the cut-and-paste poetry project. I have zillions of little pieces of paper that I’m not quite sure what to do with. I can’t bring myself to throw them away, but I don’t know that I’ll ever have a use for them.
Y-Z
As promised, a day late, but finally and truly finished at last. The full set can be found here. All the text was taken from Wallace Bruce’s Wanderers, a book of very, very, very bad Victorian poetry.
You smile at the story,
you call it absurd —
That far-away evening in June
disturbed
Carved deep in the stone
like a rune
I have heard,
True to the letter, and every word.
Zodiacal light lingering bright,
Up which the white-winged angels fly
Mercy and hope in the starlit sky.
W-X
What of the voyage
and what of the night?
Serenely sleeping
in soft moonlight
and their hearts grew calm
as the waters bright
X and Y
What shall they do
When stranger than legend
and fiction is truth?
Beautiful Sky
Blue Sky with Cirrocumulus Clouds
Wanderers: An Alphabet Book
The book is done. I’ll try to scan the last few pages tonight or tomorrow. I can’t believe how fast this project went! Just eight days, in fact, from start to finish. Now I have to figure out what I want to do next.
Wanderers: An Alphabet Book
4 1/2 x 3 inches
14 signatures (28 pages)
90lb Stonehenge paper Coptic bound with waxed linen thread
Tiny Harvest
I picked four ripe little romas this morning. I haven’t had a chance to taste them yet, but I think supper is going to include a tomato sandwich.
In other news, I finished the page for “X” and am half finished with “Y.” I need to start thinking about what I’m going to do with the front and back covers, because they’re bare Davey board at this point. That clearly won’t do.
Bad Cuz
Harriet dragged Bad Cuz out of the toy box and gave him a stern talking to. And then she shook him dead.
And on a less entertaining note, someone is finally moving in upstairs. We are not amused. Least of all because I’ve been up since 4am and it’s now 8:30pm. I’m not looking forward to being kept up all night by stompy boys dropping boxes on my head and thundering up and down the stairs like a herd of rhinos.
red paper boat 