Coming down out of the freezing sky with its depths of light, like an angel, or a Buddha with wings, it was beautiful, and accurate, striking the snow and whatever was there with a force that left the imprint of the tips of its wings — five feet apart — and the grabbing thrust of its feet, and the indentation of what had been running through the white valleys of the snow — and then it rose, gracefully, and flew back to the frozen marshes to lurk there, like a little lighthouse, in the blue shadows — so I thought: maybe death isn’t darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us — as soft as feathers — that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking, and shut our eyes, not without amazement, and let ourselves be carried, as through the translucence of mica, to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow, that is nothing but light — scalding, aortal light — in which we are washed and washed out of our bones. Author

Monday 16 June 2014

Country Hare



Todays card is from the fabulous cdrom Halcyan Days from Crafters Companion. It features the amazing art work of Abigail Mill. She is someone who creates he images using fabric and lace, detailing with free hand machine embroidery. This is one of the cards that I made for the design team over at jb-crafting supplies. The whole cd is a perfect excuse to use all of your stash of ribbons, braid and fabric flowers. The cd has a very nostalgic feel and brings back memories of lazy summer days and childhood memories of the seaside.I will be sharing more cards from this cd over the next few weeks.

On todays walk, I remembered to take my camera, so that I could share pictures of my little tribe. We only managed to make two cars laugh today. How nice is that...that just by walking down a lane I can bring a smile to two strangers.Mind you they might well be smiling over the fact that I look a bit like the pied piper of cats...lol
 First let me introduce you to Reginald..the leader of the pack. He spends his days surrounded by cats and loves them all.
 Every time I tried to take a picture of the cats..they turned away..but I shall introduce them one by one as I catch them face by face. So here is Rave, Pink and Tank.
 Her is Milky, Jeffrey in the distance and a neighbours cat who decided to come along. And below is Jeffrey. The trouble maker and the teenage rebel of the bunch. He is only a year old and has his routines down already. After his walk he demands a gravy bone. I'm not wholly convinced that he knows that he is a cat. If someone comes to the door he runs to it. He searches everyone for dog treats and has a lot to say on everything. If he really likes you..he will bring you a shrew..a live one...so you can have a play. The amount of shrews that have to be returned to the field, has to be seen to be believed.

Well the coffee is calling..so until tomorrow take care and happy crafting
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