This is my horizon. Today is grey and breezy out my window. The island is shrouded, holding back its form. But it’s just a game of peek-a-boo, because in a few hours it will appear in sharp focus. Actually we Mainers welcome these times of fog and mood. The clear sunny days present a triumphant concert in stero high volume and there is little that we can do but listen in rapt attention. We need the chance to get work done, go about our business, with the single tune of an Irish flute which is a cloudy day.
Today I will make a necklace of Tibetan pearls, brass and quartz.