Macrame macramooooo

walking back to the car this morning, from an early trip to the post office collection desk (macrame macramooooo day of dreams!) I found this... Tiny... Little ... Fellow of joy!!!

I wonder how he got to a shabby car pack or an industrial estate, where did he come from? Where is he going? These are questions I ask myself regularly. I also picked up a guide on what is legally allowed through the postal service (after yesterday's post office hilarity!) have not read it yet- maybe I'll read one tip a day and share it with you ? It made me laugh. I found a beautiful piece of piano music that I wish I knew how to share from the sound cloud... Will look into that one further... Tech never really was my friend. I continue to flirt with it, in hope it will applaud my advances. The weather was beautiful then grey. I think that's ok though. It is Friday after all and how can we be sad on Fridays? 

25.2.16 Thuroemsday

Parts of the stretch 

From most picturesque ...

Sl-eeeeeee-per 

               g-l-i-d-e-sThrough

That's fine,

 be gently(rocked) to sleep

You:awake

Morning.arresting.coupled to another.

Spectacular, soaring peaks...

Another beautiful frosty morning walking to work. Along the way I see moss growing along the top of the wall, covered in delicate ice. We are working on experimental surfaces so I took a photo to send to my group. It was quite an ordinary day, meetings and teaching. I was unable to resist telling my groups about the post office story from yesterday. Some of us made poems from found text: deleting parts of sentence which we did not like (see above). We talked about the sounds we loved and how they could be described; the sound of cleaning brushes in cups of water, is lapping waves and sea adventures if whisked hard enough. The clash of the waves against rock and shore. Some of my favourite things, conjured from dirty paint water.