Visual Journal #9 The last page is scribbled on. One year coming to a close.
At school someone else finishes her journal entry with a blaze of hearts. "Kisses I am blowing you," she explains.
Vintage photo frames meet mailart across a divide of woodgrain contact paper. Sewing goes awry and has to be ripped out. I like the patterns the broken stitches make.
A vinyl pocket is sewn on the back to hold a photo.
Day 2 of walkway construction comes to a close at Moss Cottage. The crew leaves. One member of the cat posse gazes in quiet reflection at the aftermath.
Another pokes around in the dirt trying to find where he buried the red duct tape.
I ponder the combinations to be made of 10 tiles with 3 different patterns across 4 grids of walkway. After much grave thought I conclude that chaos is the only possible solution.