Wednesday, 20 August 2014
Still working on the spreads in my pianola book. I'd been working on this spread on and off, just adding bits and pieces. It already had the picture of the nest on it when I completed the other side on memorials.
As it lay open on my desk, and with my thoughts being on transition, I thought about the promise held in eggs, in green leaves, in spring, which is on its way here in the southern hemisphere. The pages seemed to go together well - a memorial for the things learned, and the promise of things to come.