Mary McCloskey

Meandering Fractals?

A home in the trees

What's better than a treehouse? My son always wanted a treehouse,  but our tree was just a sapling when he was young. Instead, we got him a clubhouse.  Sadly, neither my husband or I are handy enough to actually BUILD a clubhouse from scratch. My son  still loved it. In fact, the sight of it spawned another clubhouse on the block at the house of one of his friends.

We all need places to dream. A treehouse seems like a really good dream spot. Wish I could have gotten closer to this place to spy what was inside.

Juxtaposition

Last Saturday in January

Lots of sun today to wash us in warmth, but the wind is fierce. Ran a lot of errands this morning, then came home to lunch and a cozy dog. I plan to join him for a nap soon. Nothing like a nap on a Saturday afternoon.

House of fog

Lake Michigan shoreline fog

Moss fence

Encountered on a walk, Tuesday afternoon

Trying a beeswax monoprint

Just playing here, giving myself permission to try something new. I'd like to add more things to my photos, more collage-type elements and so I tried this the other day on rice paper with encaustic paint.

Reading an old Orion magazine the other day, I found an article by Gretel Erlich about building her home a few years ago in Wyoming. It's in the July, August, 2011 issue if you'd like to look it up. She ended the article with a quote I really liked. It's author is Stonehouse, the fourteenth-century Chinese hermit. He wrote:

"I sweep the steps when the west wind is done/I make a path for the moonlight."

Snow pattern