"Should I take my camera?" How many times have I asked myself that question, as I was going out the door? (Of course, the answer is, "Yes, always take your camera! You never know what might be lurking beyond yonder bough or crag.)
However, as of late, as winter begins to wear us down, when every leaf and stem seems a bit frayed and forlorn, I have been prone to think, "What's the use? There's nary a pretty picture to be had." February can be like that, you know...perhaps, the drabbest month of them all.
Lately, I've even found myself wishing, as in days gone by, I had a half dozen pretty spotted ponies, and a barnyard full of beautiful speckled hens, but, alas, no more.... There are, now, only the trails and what lurks there...the little unexpected things that, when the light is just right, catches one's eye and the ordinary becomes not so ordinary.
|The very ordinary, but oh-so photogenic Millie...|
|A little surprise just off the trail...|
The Doll Pattern...the one I have been drafting for oh-so-long...the one with the set-in-seat that I am so determined to have... is back on the table. Both the dolls in the picture are made from an earlier version of that pattern, which I am still trying to improve on. I am determined to get it right this time, and the only way to do that is to keep guessing, testing and revising...prototyping, I suppose. So, I have done that this week...several times, in fact. I am getting mighty close...