april fool/bearing witness
this morning three of us went for a walk: Tungsten, our youngest son and me; he does that sometimes, join us on the walks; usually it's during the summer months with the long evenings and we go out after dinner into the woods and talk and walk, next to each other. As you can imagine I am grateful beyond comparison for these walks with a son; and on occasion I do mention to him 'when you're all grown up and don't live here anymore, you'll look back at these walks and remember them as something precious from your childhood.' He'll nod when I say this and I think he already senses this. We walked along the river and startled many birds, it'll probably have to be the last walk along that particular stretch, as the nesting and brooding has started. I found these 7 white goose feathers. Gathered them and took them home with me, ah something white for the WhatIfClass! over at Jude's.
In the top left corner of pic above is Goode's world atlas, twelfth edition revised 1968; I find it very useful to be able to pinpoint where all the gals and 1 boy from Jude's class live in the states, as it is an atlas with the USofA at the centre of the world (- ; Of course other countries are featured as well and so I manage to find my way in the world and am able to imagine how and where people live.
I added the red bird to this small cloth last evening with a thick red thread I have forgotten whence it came, the white feathers will perhaps become attached to this particular bird. Isn't that how attachments grow: an object becomes attached to a person, a place, an entity and they cannot be separated without causing unnecassary pain; so I guess what happened here was: the bird was born and a day later the feathers were lost by another bird and found by the go-between and taken home, lain on the table next to the small-red-bird-cloth and through some kind of serendipitous magic they were drawn to each other and have formed a union of sorts.
p.s. eldest son joined us on afternoon walk in the woods, a glorious day!
p.p.s. some of you might have been wondering what became of the rest of the chair: it got screwed onto a tabouret, as seen here on tp of verandah-table, in the background you van see my blue studio; with the sun out I decided all of the winter-plastic-sheeting could at last be taken off of the verandah: we are looking forward to life outdoors.......in the sun, out of the still chilly wind it feels warm-ish