Early Morning Studio
This is what late August feels like-misty and chilly when we wake up. Our view is eclipsed by clouds that sit on our hilltop obscuring everything a few feet beyond the windows.
I am out in the studio at 7 am and the sun just broke through the fog. Outside me door jays are calling, the white pine is aglow, but all beyond it still lies behind that cloudy scrim.
By noon all hints of autumn will be lost again to August sun.
Six stacks of cloth, trims and bits await sewing today. Possibility!